This is a song about "Listen to the beat of the soul"

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

You'll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Don't listen to the song of the sirens

So sit down and listen to the beat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Replaced with kids sayin' "did you listen to the wack bar of that illuminati fool?"//

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

And listen to the sound of your blood slowly spillin' on the floor,

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

When you have all the time to stop just to listen

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Youll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard