This is a song about "Constantly in my thought"

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

We're trapped like hamsters in cages, constantly running as they handle our wages

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Overwhelmed with emotions at the thought of a golden career frozen in my mind,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Put me in a headlock, then i thought of my guinea pig

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Thought then my future wasn't clear

Y'all mario brothers, i'm metal gear

The thoughts i've thought up lost up in my brain, man i got enough to

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you