This is a song about "Grief and loss"

Like money man himself i will neva take a loss

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

He who bows the knee, shall be brought down to grief/

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

I freak-a-leek with this technique and add another loss to ya streak,

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot

Like i haven't suffered enough for my grief/

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.