This is a song about "Reaching"

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Super-rapper reaching heights you will never imagine

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

You the man, fame, here's my man cane, reaching for something

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm reaching out, but i can't reach her

By judgmental human beings, constantly reaching,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Everybody finger point in your direction

Reaching for the golden throne that hip-hop died in/

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors