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

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

As often, i do this

The name of the game is

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cause these kids never learn of the good

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

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Of making the industry, good once again.

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill