This is a song about "July 23"

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

23. lyricism is my one and only vision,

Irresponsibility-had an opportunity to make my dreams a reality

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

No education, we lack information, no wonder we hardly could stop segregation,

Suffering from multiple doses of psychosis mama said i need a diagnosis

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Lyrical daggers come in spiritual matter, sharp clatter on the biblical chapters

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Labs creating a deadly disease the lucky number 3 freemason technicality

But regrettable lines and all those failures were making my consciousnesses forgettable

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.