This is a song about "Can t keep you off my mind"

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

You can keep it on the down low

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

You think your mind can handle more

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

To understand these infinite rhymes you can not have a finite mind, my

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

She can blow my mind awe shit

No barrier, i can keep an open mind every time i rhyme

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Keep my mind occupied at all times,