This is a song about "The void"

Just appreciate my will to speak the void in my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Paralyzed void it was my december

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Nothing to fill the void of emptiness

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

To life, striped in a straight jacket, mind void of light, spiked with a great habit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

My mind is void of sense but yet i'm still sharp as horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns