This is a song about "The seventh seal"

I'm a son of a gun

The bigger the the fun

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

I signed it hoping to heal but was a trap to be a seal

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I mean devil not seal, that explains our fight here

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Took me mighty long to get here

Purp and patron can seal the deal