This is a song about "The wnd"

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Endless the days, forever the nights,

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Still the man with the pan

Pushing in my mama van

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

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