This is a song about "Hope in the lords name"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

I only know the underground is filled with all the warring lords,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I got 2 e's in my name,i hope your good at calculation

Another round what the song say

In the creators name i pray.

Rhymes fertilized in the ocean, maiden with maiden name white

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

You live in the house right down the block, everybody knows your name,

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

Kevin's the name, just to put things in the spotlight

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

In the name of allah the beneficent, the merciful