This is a song about "Where are the shepherds"

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

So here i am at the store for some chips

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Scoobie doobie doo where are you

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

That the skies are where you'll find me, you'd be elated

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

You belong where the rest of the accidents are at

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Where the old people are scared to walk the streets at night

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Where they are afraid of all the insults

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid