This is a song about "23"

But regrettable lines and all those failures were making my consciousnesses forgettable

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

23. lyricism is my one and only vision,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Irresponsibility-had an opportunity to make my dreams a reality

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

No education, we lack information, no wonder we hardly could stop segregation,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis