This is a song about "Hurtful thoughts"

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Intendent attend them, cool cause

You can search but you'll never find

His thoughts disorganized

And obviously hurtful words is not all your giving

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

And i can't help but stare, cause

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

They calling me often to offer me walls

A lone man/misguided thoughts...

I put these poems all in these songs

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

Babblin in my journal i finally ain't travelin this fucking circle, no longer feelin hurtful

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull