This is a song about "Sharing"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

And make emcees weary to the point where their sharing

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

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

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

The window is sharing my place

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Notcing flaws in humanity and sharing it with all

And all women who had light features, see

Sharing squandering wasn't a tear in the robbery

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

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

And this will be the song that we sing

I know that they say sharing is caring

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing