This is a song about "Being the chosen one"

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

I'm the chosen one: sound the drum, own guns

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Preaching to the chosen few of armageddon

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,

And getting money is the song i sing

Took the form of a human being

James bond, tom ford outta haute couture

One moment he shows signs of being mature

So who gonna step up to the plate now? are you the chosen one?

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground