This is a song about "Going on a date"

Caged, and the wonder is seen

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Going off on a beat to kakorot you're to weak

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Pass any court date without a trail,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I can set up a date and you can meet defeat

Cause when i see two fags on a date

She self made, i'm self made

And i could see you coming home after work late

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

I'm going on a killing spree with no precision

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen