This is a song about "Clamoring blissful keen obligatory nefarious"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I pray everyday to make my wishes be blissful

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

There's 2 streets creepy but too keen

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Whos keen to step an get wrecked hitting the deck

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

They're like i'm real keen.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

With keen flows.i'm known to rip rhymes you see letters floating in the air like ghost.

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most