I don't know what's wrong with me, man, I don't know what to say.. Inanimate objects be talking to me everyday man, I think I'm gon' crazy cuz it just won't go away...

"Ay D3x, psst, say D3x? I know you hear me man I know you hear me man, D3x? C'mon man wassup?"

I stand indecisively listening to the sounds.

The bed said "Forget about them, just come lay down You haven't been sleeping, this is where you need to be"

The television said "Yeah, while you lay, you can look at me"

I got a lot of work to do so no I won't listen

Soon as I sat down I heard a voice from the kitchen

I opened the refrigerator, who said what they said? It was a pretty piece of fish, man I thought you was dead?

He said "Yeah, physically, but mentally you know wassup stop debating with me K get a skillet and heat me up"

I said "Man, I got work to do" this is not a joke

Right then I heard my pistol say "Wassup homie you broke? If you looking for a way to get some paper out the blue pick me up let's hit the streets, man, I know something we can do"

As I thought about the money, I was smiling at my strap my mama picture looked at me and said "Boy don't get slapped!"

See this is what's it's like man when you tryna grind, and out of distraction visiting and taking over your mind.