This is a song about "The senate"

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I can make it rain

The realist in the game

Like a nigga movin' kilo

Enter the building through the window

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Got the passion for the music

The flooding of the nothing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And good if you senate and never menaced.

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift