This is a song about "Conscious"

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Conscious shit its the antidote, herbal shit that artichoke,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Lean got me sleep walking like i'm in a conscious coma

Beat your faggot ass til you come back into conscious

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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