This is a song about "Explore"

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I write rhymes in the editor, c'mon let's explore

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Only 14 years old still wandering and wanting to explore

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Explore the planet to be what i want to be, i plan it

Explore who's back in the ring

I got them saying

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I explore the darkness within, with a cynical grin.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin