This is a song about "The sandlot"

The replacement of the word "mother"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The streetz is aint the safe

See money talk and these days

You know i be teasing, though

Enter the building through the window

Got the passion for the music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit