This is a song about "Void"

Void, 'stroyed sent up in time,

Westside, bitch i run mine

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

But it can't replace the void in my mind"

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Paralyzed void it was my december

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

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

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