This is a song about "Make my life complete"

From a head full of madness rests my thoughts that i complete

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

My finished complete raps on my living room ceiling,

It took a while to complete

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I got to go,complete my album,before that must have a piece of valium

She don't really care about anyone advice

Of that one special person who would complete my life.

Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

But this weed make me feel like my life will begin at my end.

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Inferior, but i'm nice

I've never smoked in my life