This is a song about "Son telling his dad i hate you"

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

* amalgam digital download bonus track

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Dad, it's so ridiculous, feeling silly i hit you up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Always a jokester, stubborn as mule but i miss having you call me son

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I hate it and i hate you,

And all the shit you went through