This is a song about "Make your own connection to the universe"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I am on my way to the professional universe

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

It's about havin' a life, to make your own memories

Straight g thing, double m g thing

The universe is expanding

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Now you've got no place to claim, and call your own

The nerve to to averse the universe in mirth

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And can only be invisible with the vision you allow to define your own eyes

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

To find your own existence and a mistress

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I'm losing my connection to you, but i'm trying to believe