This is a song about "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

Nothing to fill the void of emptiness

I've got muslims calling on jesus

I don't get it my mind hurts, the way people think their mind's void

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

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

The space between our raps is a vast void

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

A deep void, sounds are complimentin the beat boy

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

The revolution has arrived