This is a song about "Thy word"

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

That i talk back to your every word

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Thy art is murder death is passion aline your heads on my

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Thy throw dough in unsportsmanlike manner, drunk and obscure

Inspiration for every word

I ain't trynna be forward

I swear ima cause alll thy enemies pain,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

That bitch was racist, got me fired

I didnt complain and didnt say a word,

Comes the king back to day one, thy kingdom come

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album