This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

By evil thoughts and ordeals, plots splotched with poor will

I'm cut and im bleeding currupt thoughts i defeated

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

You gather your thoughts and then return here undetected,

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Yal be confusing me and losing me with yal strange thoughts

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

Then quickly people start activate reactions through words , thoughts, and deeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I just learned how to wright,with my right,thoughts each and every night,

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right