This is a song about "Void"

Mind void, is that one of a kind bro whos company is often enjoyed,

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

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

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

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Paralyzed void it was my december

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot