This is a song about "The stats"

Do the math, get the sum

Something wicked this way come

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

They keep pouncing on us like cats , bring up the survey man , they must have known the stats

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Make me another brother

In the heat of the summer,

I pop one, you pop one

The bigger the the fun

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Where the ball meets the wall

As i'm watching the snow fall