This is a song about "I can t think of lyrics"

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Don't think i can hold a relationship

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

So these days i try to think twice when i can

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

I hope your listening to these lyrics so you can

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan