This is a song about "The void"

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

The space between our raps is a vast void

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Paralyzed void it was my december

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

The water from the past is the same water in the present

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

@mind void..something happened. bring it again