This is a song about "Hearing voices"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Generations to come will be influenced by new voices

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Tired of hearing all these gimmicks

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

A blind man takes advantage of not seeing by enhanced hearing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

All those fragmented, sputtered flowery words she was almost hearing

Deceiving looks yeah but you ain't really hearing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Searching for all the voices

Trick trick got them passes

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

My words the fans will be hearing

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in