This is a song about "The huns are deid"

You are one in the marathon

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

A million nasty things went through my mind

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Can't tell which direction the police are..

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

Are the meaning of ignorance

I was playing with guns