This is a song about "Dionysus and apollo"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

You feel it from your head to your toes

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Living young and wild and free

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Looking so damn right you're wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,