This is a song about "Joy to the worls"

To the voice of the oblivion,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

God doesn't want us to defend with hate in our hearts, but spread joy and faith from nearest to far

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

To reality and to the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

There'll be a minute of joy for a life of sorrow, don't smile at me, good bye

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

But not the numbers i makeload up that wild boy