This is a song about "Sole crushing sadness"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

No use running, to collect you souls my sole goal its funny

Don't want to be the king

My sadness was passing

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

Crushing elephants them alone just

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

Sadness and sin nothing but shame,

You're not usin' your brain

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

But i'll be crushing your head in-between cupboards,