This is a song about "Constantly in my thought"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Never in my life thought you'd be the one to play me.

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Making my thought process sporadic

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

When you feel like this

This what my thought sound is

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

There's no way i ever thought i'd admit it and say in my bars

I believe in god, everyone has there own thought

Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud