BOY FROOT - RE$URRECTIN' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sippin' on a craft brew, got a rude attitude
Laughin, I ain't mad at you, the traffic bad I can't get through
Pornographic point of view, shit is classic, misconstrue
The message that I'm sendin is a blessin' in a sentence

Did I forget to mention that I need an intervention?
Not for weed or for attention but recedin' my aggression
Make em bleed within a second I just feed the demon presence
Do the deed an evil essence reads a scription to the heavons

Jack the Ripper taught me lessons
Drink some liquor get out my weapons
Nobody's sicker my profession is havin' sessions wit possessions
Confessions to obsessions will just lead me to depression

Impressions on my adolesence left me wit all these questions
Now I gotta switch directions, hit a wall and then correct it
Standin' tall, I am perfection, judgement call, you can't elect him
I'm appalled by your objection, kick your balls and your erection
Down ya fall, I'm resurrectin'

Come out the grave bitch, I'm resurrectin'