This is a song about "Im thankful for you"

Thankful for the allowance of my profanity, and an appreciation of my strategy,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Financially secure and happily thankful for my sanity, lack of vanity,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Whenever im spittin people are like "oh my who do you write for"

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

Don't fuck around and make it true

I'm thankful to be with you

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one