Set Me Up, Wet Me Up, Niggas

Everyday There's More Death, And Plus I'm Doughless. I'm Seeing More Reasons For Me To Proceed With Thieving.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

Reality Is Wrong. Dreams Are For Real.

I Exist In The Depths Of Solitude Pondering My True Goal Trying 2 Find Peace Of Mind And Still Preserve My Soul

Every Female Wanna Come Up To Me And Show Me How Much They're Not Attracted To Me... These Minority Women... They're The Only Women I Can Get Cause Everyone Else Is Scared Of Me.