This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

Leave these thoughts to me, myself and i

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

I'm cut and im bleeding currupt thoughts i defeated

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

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

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Uh, this what's been on my mind

His thoughts disorganized

I here your thoughts and my hearts hot like a burning cross.

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws