This is a song about "The void"

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

I'm ill and void, still devoid of a realer joy of pealin' boys

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

And now these hoes are on my line

Void, 'stroyed sent up in time,

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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