This is a song about "The unseen"

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

The more battles the better the flows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Thats right making sure im unseen till im ready

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

I'm an entity unseen like aliens unknown being causing you dark dreams

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice