This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

This green's got me clumping jots and thoughts

Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Never ending thoughts of how my taunts and how i haunted you

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Make sure your thoughts and decisions are all set up in one accord,