This is a song about "Bad thoughts"

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Ive been having these thoughts

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Bad thoughts enter our mind

You can search but you'll never find

Life sentence, court order, hearing the journeys thoughts

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Down any thoughts of us

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

His thoughts disorganized

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores