This is a song about "Changing the value of an expression"

The vacancy that sat in my heart

I wander the wastes of an old chart,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

The numbness of reality like an orange

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

The d as hard as the shell of an armadillo

I'm the combustion inside of an explosion

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

An emotion that has no value and doesn't need to be heard

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

An illusion of the brain

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

Unable to rest 'til i'm sprayin' these pages, creatin' displays of my favorite expression