This is a song about "The southwest"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

The more battles the better the flows

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Well, that's what you are

Down the street to the car,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular