This is a song about "Kochaem ci"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Like a puzzle cuz i like to mess wit the flesh

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Contracts made from flesh written in blood i'm speechless,

And you could find interest

But if u sit and think

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

The main reason i came

I am just an artist

But wait now that i think,