This is a song about "I think about you"

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Because it forces you to think about the things that matter.

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Im about to tell you what i think and how i feel

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

I think about it every day and night

You can only think about and image it

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

But did you think about your mom,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong