This is a song about "Deep philosophical shit"

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Baddest with deep tactics..

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

If he does my soul to keep

As you came out to be yeah that's deep,

For the low that nine cheap

But its too late your knee deep.

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

As deep as dawson's creek and shit