This is a song about "The void"

Cold world no blanket son

The bigger the the fun

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

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

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class

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

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