This is a song about "Bicthes and thoughts"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

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

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

About my feelings, and my thoughts, they just stare

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

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

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

I ponder and i wonder through my own different thoughts,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,