This is a song about "Content"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

My content can batter i leave minds fractured then i see tombstones

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

See, you're my best friend

Constant complex content

Admit it you fanny fucks,youve studied my content

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And than i am content, intend to keep going

If i look content i'm a lot better at faking now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Content to be a spectator than stand in the ring,