This is a song about "Knuckles the echidna"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The savage with the statics

These chalance give me balance

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

I'm in the the real world

Long as she come to me first

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches

As many grains of salt as bacon

Eyes poked out the the raven

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs