This is a song about "23"

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Or the doggone casanova double teamin maria sharapova with the don juan

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

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