This is a song about "Endless thoughts"

His thoughts disorganized

You can search but you'll never find

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Endless sporadic on the beat,

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Quality portrayed volubly seemingly endless sporadic/

Ive been having these thoughts

Black fours red drop head doors

The thoughts overheating

I was born to do the damn thing

An let forth with endless harassment,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips