This is a song about "Racks everyday of the week learning so hard i can t even sleep"

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I like listening to music in the week.

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

The one who can´t even show a real smile

We can talk things over a little a while

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it

I bang your mom so hard you can call me a terrorist

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

So sleep tight as i take care of these recycle rappers

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters