This is a song about "23 jumpman"

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

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

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

23. lyricism is my one and only vision,

America's mirror, making it in pelican's tare, reaping the shallow, leaving the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga