This is a song about "23 and evelyn"

Since i deem qualities of my philosophy on 'the me' to be what i need to live and

Sorry man rapping for a you is invalid, bitch you just lack such a talent,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

They say pluto, ain't a planet i realign it, and consign it and rewrite history.

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

He's a fucking ant and i'm burning his land with a magnifying glass and a damn laser

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

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

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

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

I haven't been my self but now my personality is starting to unfold and undress!

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely