This is a song about "The simpsons"

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Baby im in the zone

As the king upon the throne

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the