This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

Clear thoughts with a kleenex, a rose and allegiance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Write your fondest thoughts and record them

I wish i’ll never see you again

Drown out thoughts fleeting and fickle

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Yal be confusing me and losing me with yal strange thoughts

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

About my feelings, and my thoughts, they just stare

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

This green's got me clumping jots and thoughts

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

I ponder and i wonder through my own different thoughts,