This is a song about "Sharing"

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

And make emcees weary to the point where their sharing

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

And i just love your flashy ways

The window is sharing my place

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

My heart broke when i was caring, for the only thing not worth sharing

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

I'm doing shit i never might of did

Resin sharing with a dick kid