This is a song about "Conscious thoughts"

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Came a blitz on my anatomy and conscious

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

And i was conscious of this.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Beat your faggot ass til you come back into conscious

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

These voices become your conscious getting louder everyday.

I'm highly conscious like my music 'bout people for one,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done