This is a song about "Good thoughts on springtime"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

It was a good call to cover the cuts on the motherfucker

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

I'm hooked on that good stuff

Then i said i had enough

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Thinkin that your on my level, just for thinkin those thoughts you broke the rules

Its all good cuz i was on her wish list

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Thoughts are crazy on a level never settled in my conscience

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Different thoughts then ignorance on a thumb

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb