This is a song about "Sons of anarchy"

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Top of my pile of bodies

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

Out of mind out of sight

And you're, approaching me right

Of instant elation

It ain't where i been