This is a song about "The sixth crusade"

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

The more battles the better the flows

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I got a massive wave like a crusade

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Way to much right here is at stake

But i didn't need a crusade.

So many options to be weighed as i continue on with this crusade.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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