This is a song about "Reaching"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Groping reaching for a grasp of air to fill me full of something/

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Reaching out to the needy//

Of errors, exact-o knife receptors reaching sectors

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

That's why im reaching out and telling im gone soon

Suffocated screams of mine that arent reaching ears,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Filled with repressed trauma subconscious reaching out to me in my dreams

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Or something that you paid for

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