This is a song about "Lingering thoughts"

His thoughts disorganized

To my unborn child

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

This green's got me clumping jots and thoughts

They calling me often to offer me walls

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

Speed up, patience, please cause

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Red bottoms with the spike work

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Changing thoughts of people cynical