This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

The replacement of the word "mother"

The choice can be no other

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The more battles the better the flows

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Yeah hail mary full of grace

The streetz is aint the safe

Wanna fuck em all

Where the ball meets the wall

Enter the building through the window

This summer gone be mine though

The realist in the game

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course