This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

Huh, a metaphor of course

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

Write your fondest thoughts and record them

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

Leave these thoughts to me, myself and i

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

This green's got me clumping jots and thoughts

Speed up, patience, please cause

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

It's time for some change to commence

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

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