This is a song about "Mortal komabat"

Well i'm not a mortal man, so how you feeling buddy?

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

It will never suffice my mortal sin

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Better grab your mortal kombat handbook

One night love: i'mma need that

This mortal can kombat my raiden spit/

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I am joker, aint no mortal jester,

The art of deception, it's mortal kombat: armageddon

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Cause i have the soul of a god and the body of a mortal

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Mortal kombat cause im dealing out a fatality