This is a song about "Sullying the good name of our dear blacksmith s widow"

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

All the the errors of our ways,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

Doctor: dear god, please tell me this is part of a skit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

But also the rest of our family."

The downfall of our free land

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Huh, i can't interpret her

My knees on the ground, dear father