SDL - 95% [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

As I roll up this dollar bill
I torch it to say everything burns for real
Death to cray and popped collars
Prelude to a fuckin monster
People lookin at me like I have a fuckin problem
So late, but I re-iterate
Death to yolo and swag
Now a days you's the outkast for callin people fags
Grippin a lucy, holdin on loosely
I guess beggars can be choosey
No need to introduce me
Sean Lugo or SDL, I don't give a fuck, call me what you will
Just a master of my own destiny with both hands on the wheel
Rap game all ass backwards
Nothin real just give em toe tappers, Now
Hand me my 95% medallion
Most of us took more hits than the Itallion Stallion
Not even a rapper, just a guy that needs to vent
Invent new ways to flow
Turned the fuck up to 100%
And I ain't shit
Just a buncha molecules and fragments
Not your typical back packer
Heres a present I wrapped after
Just a fat kid who turned to a dope rapper
Ab and Kendrick gave light to illuminate the ill
At the end of the day, were all just tryin to get a meal
The turmoil of a Gemini, the struggle is real
Goin in for the steal
Goin John Stockton or Rickey Henderson
Shit, I might just get that interception
Incept Sean (Inception)
Getting that higher learning like Malik
Rhymin like a two headed freak
Oh it's fresh meat, I repent em on the beat
Stand up when they come against you
Don't be afraid to reach for that tissue
It's OK to cry, but they say no pity in the Rose City
Just roses for the caskets
The murder won't stop till we burn it down to ashes
Wish I could go back to the days of winning wrestling matches
Life was so simple then just tryin to earn some patches
Now we just a bunch of mad dogs that gone rabid
Damn! 2004 to now gotta be the longest decade ever
So many ups and downs through this fuckin desert
Feelin like the Wrestler with no cheddar
Now what is the Question?
Will you sell your soul or no?
Is she really gonna go with Lugo?
Is homosexuality really that serious bro?
Is the World really gonna keep being this cold?
Through the spirit of radio
I'm rushin through the galaxy
High power to the 3rd degree
Used to pray that Jesus would rapture me
Now christians be upgradin their salary
Cannot stop the battery
Crushing all deceivers
Mashing non-believers
I spread my wings like an eagle
Call me the bird that flew from the cuckoo's nest
And I pray that the Lord will give you rest
On the road to beer n tits, call it Lugo's Quest
Drinkin problems in my blood, and I stopped smoking sess
Half Indian and Irish, no wonder why my life's misunderstood
From the 503, but I rep the Lakers like I'm from the Wood
Don't judge me by my color, understood
Change is hard for all of us
Adapt or die, that's just the way of progress
Addin more shit to the show
But I'm glad you paid respect
Hope my words reach from the rejects to the president elect

Mothafucka...
It's Our World