This is a song about "Listen to the voice of vocaation"

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

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

We'd be stupid not to listen the one of the greatest people we know.

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

If i speak to my wife i speak in the voice of murmur

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

To the voice of the oblivion,

Cuz i’m sick of the trash people listen to daily.

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby