This is a song about "Tradition in iran"

Wrapped in /hells chains in banes mask /stained*

And i feared that my fans say i failed

In every thought, in every word

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

In a private jet while i'm walking in

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Visions, dreams of passion

Knocked out in the lunch in

Taskforce reporting in

I know that love it could begin