This is a song about "Hearing"

The sound of the fire burning, is the only sound i'll ever be hearing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

A blind man takes advantage of not seeing by enhanced hearing

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Combustible i burn quick, hearing things, "fucking lunatic"

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

All those fragmented, sputtered flowery words she was almost hearing

Now this is what i call an evening

My words the fans will be hearing

Playing with fire is a danger zone

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Deceiving looks yeah but you ain't really hearing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring