This is a song about "Squeaky voices"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Hearing voices in my head

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

Vision distorting, voices start #talking, barely walking,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

To the ruckus in my head voices talking without reason

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Searching for all the voices

Walking on these squeaky floorboards

We come through throbbing like thunder storms