This is a song about "And you re thinkin of me"

We thinkin you got em and going murder

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Thinkin bout life and a bitch striking it rich toss me a mic and i'll spit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I rather give you my last to see you live again

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Had me thinkin' a while; dangling off the brink of denial

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back