This is a song about "Without you hear"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

That you make hear everyone coz

See you, touch you, hear you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Keep talking, i can't hear you

Raised by a momma who, who

About how much i can't be without you,

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Considering you run whenever you hear my name

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame