This is a song about "The scottish referendum"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm in the the real world

But i murder him first

Eyes poked out the the raven

Cold world no blanket son

The water from the past is the same water in the present

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Guess i’m different than most

The more battles the better the flows