This is a song about "Conscious"

I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? i'm paid to talk it,

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Look like you trying write half asleep, barley conscious.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Beat your faggot ass til you come back into conscious

And i was conscious of this.

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Blood was squirtin' out, but you were still conscious

That scary love, never get married love

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

My girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes

Came a blitz on my anatomy and conscious