This is a song about "Sons of anarchy"

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Distracting you from your future anarchy.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Of the book of your life

And when i start to rise

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Return of the king of flow

I'm rolling down the window

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,