This is a song about "Singing kettle"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

They at the same spot they making no progress

I'm a 1,000 lbs kettle bell compressed- bomb in the flesh

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

So everybody in the crowd will know you’re singing tonight,

Hitting the singing feather

My records sell, yes sir

Is that they got you singing along with them,

Time after time, again and again

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ringing digging singing

Check the stats, my team winning