This is a song about "Something out of nothing"

That there was something out there more than me.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Until there's nothing left of you

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I could flow something about nothing and you wouldn't know

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

This feels like something out of a dream

Out of mind out of sight

Working day or night

Something you've never heard of

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

The flooding of the nothing

And this will be the song that we sing