This is a song about "Constantly in my thought"

Don't want to be the king

I thought my heart was stopping

An alien on my own rock, who woulda thought

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

This what my thought sound is

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

I can't get to sleep with this thought in my head,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Sicken feeling running thought my head

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Even thought about putting gold in my dentals

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Clouded thought my rhymes schemes