This is a song about "The unlucky"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

Pay dues like a hair salon

The weed into the bong

And i ain't frontin for her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

But unlucky me, all the homos still thought that i was queer,