This is a song about "Kicked off with sick thoughts"

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself

Off with the horny messes with the awkward lessons he doesn't think as he grows sick to himself

I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

I've been fucking fronting with you since i kicked open the damn door.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I like my thoughts filled with lame

Imma make it rain

Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

Organized crime, i kill your boss

My flow so sick i need to take a day off

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

'cause i'm just a broad who bounces off the wall with my thoughts.