This is a song about "The sixfire"

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

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

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

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes