This is a song about "Martial arts"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

Rapping like im practicing dark arts

Finish line with the tire marks

Even with my martial art #discipline, im #vicious and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt