This is a song about "The sixfire"

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Baby you're the one

The bigger the the fun

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Endless the days, forever the nights,