This is a song about "Each"

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

I spit lyrical fire, through each empirical wire/

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Waiting to see progression in each state man

But two parts each bein half.

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

As we all play twister with each other...

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Work hard is what she did each lesson

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Each time we had a cold sore