This is a song about "Hearsay"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Do you understand what i'm sayin

I know that love it could begin

You be in they call log

I just don't wanna talk

Bitches always talk thats a given

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

You will never understand

The faker they shakin' my hand

Pay dues like a hair salon

Make nigga turn his rage on

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short