This is a song about "Void"

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

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

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

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

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

The space between our raps is a vast void