This is a song about "Ideas"

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Ideas form like concrete, think so much i could pave a whole street

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

My ideas bout to be in the marketplace like a dog shoo

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian