This is a song about "Cowboy bebop"

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

Another sparrin session

Go where you ain't been

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,