This is a song about "Son of jack the raven"

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,

Eyes poked out the the raven

As many grains of salt as bacon

Lay the giant to rest i'm the jack of all trades,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And sipping the jack they pass

And when it come to the cash

Topping obstacles, unstoppable, the prodigal son

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I'm the bastard son of a

She acting all extra

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time