This is a song about "Do you still think about me"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

You can only think about and image it

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But did you think about your mom,

You think you sicker then me?

Looking at your money

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

I mean think about it, do you see how far fetched that is?

When your not around me all i think about is you

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Thank you for encouraging me to do my thing, and not worrying too much about yourself

We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself

A military mind mean money

Think you can do it better? then show me

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see