This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

I'm cut and im bleeding currupt thoughts i defeated

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

I ponder and i wonder through my own different thoughts,

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

I wish i could put my thoughts in your head and make you see

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

About my feelings, and my thoughts, they just stare

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

By evil thoughts and ordeals, plots splotched with poor will