This is a song about "The verve"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

My verve asleep, but verses averse to weak

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Than the birds on the wire

We about to set this bitch on fire

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

The trigger or the chair

Throw your gun in tha air

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

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