This is a song about "Allow to retroduce my self"

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

The knowledge of my self still

That's aids to the ill

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And can only be invisible with the vision you allow to define your own eyes

Why do i need to be the one who suffers,i can't enjoy my self while i slumber

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

So allow me to paint pictures as i'm sharin' this, loudly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

But if you just allow me to show it,

Why we gotta argue

Allow me to educate you