This is a song about "The blessing that is you"

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

The fuck is up, nothing punk, you think that fucking you're cool

It's no blessing, it's the worst form of suppression

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Dammen that is the way you are supposed to be raping

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

The moment when you think that the end is near

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

It's absurd they're testing, "freedom"? is it a curse or blessing?

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Start blessing the lord for my attention,

In this cold world, it's all about collection

The ref is yelling, its a blessing though i'm guessing to y'all its depressing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

So all the people that hates you, is just jealous of you.