This is a song about "Ideas"

Running out of ideas i need to retool

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Nah, i ain't even gonna pretend that you fought. my ideas are not something that cannot be bought.

Can't go to her family, they won't let her stayno money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/