This is a song about "Always thinking he is right"

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

He fathered my thinking and my writing ability

Thinking why did they have the right.

We been down for too long but that's alright

I'm gon remember her, but still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

And the boy right here, is he hot or is he cold? why not both?

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You never tire, might as well as inspire

Curse all art forms thinking its the right kinda style

Thinking he can lyrically wrassle with me my ric flair

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

I don't need to see their faces when i've finally blown,

Constant paranoid thinking. i was always alone , no love at home.

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will