This is a song about "The tourney"

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Still the man with the pan

Self made self paid man

I say "stay", she wanna leave

As the tao converted the thief