This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

You gather your thoughts and then return here undetected,

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

I got a lot on my mind

His thoughts disorganized

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Don't doubt me, my thoughts used to be cold and frozen,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I ponder and i wonder through my own different thoughts,

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Yal be confusing me and losing me with yal strange thoughts

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs