This is a song about "My lost son"

And there's little to be glad for

Man i just lost my temper

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Smack you faggits backless n then run wanna stab you with my pen son

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

// [but the kid is not my son]

Whether or not my endeavors are lost forever

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Ive lost my focus, im at my lowest,

Oh my goodness did i just have a son,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Your tries are slurred, my knife is shoved inside further, you frightened, son?

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