This is a song about "When i was agnostic"

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

When i was mad at fate

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

When i got hooked to rhyming when i was in ruins

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

When i was delivered by the doc he stated i was dead

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I miss the times when i was glad

People don't condone what they've never seen

I got the pad when i was sixteen,

The time when i was lost and surrendered

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

No reason to be around

// [you kicked me when i was down]