This is a song about "The binding of isaac"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

My mind is fucking caniving, call this shit a spiritual binding,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

This the clash of the titans

She likes the way it hits her lips

Of the book of your life

What we gotta do to survive

From the back seat, back seat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!