This is a song about "Conscious"

High of oxy im hardly conscious

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Conscious, mind is designed to realign time and tell ya im ahead of mine,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I need money in a major way

Notable, keep it conscious, same with dante,

It wasn't conscious, it just that everyone else stayed unresponsive

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Your conscious is the key to help you think outside the box your in

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Respect my conglomerate, 'cuz it's obvious that the conscious,

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch