This is a song about "The squirts"

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I give bitches dick and leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Still the man with the pan

Like fuck it man

Where the fuck the chorus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose