This is a song about "Dumb thoughts"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

I played the dumb guy once i played the dumb guy twice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

If you think i'm stupid or dumb

Killa you already know harlem

The race war, when it's us against all of them

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Viagra" wow that was dumb

This is freaking awesome