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

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

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

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Just another product of this matrix

Sick coughs you got to burn me off like black ticks

I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Mr. polish, with a flow so sick

My inner thoughts are sacred watch the words you speak with,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Yal be confusing me and losing me with yal strange thoughts

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths