This is a song about "My fuck up thoughts"

Shotgun in the drop made a right

Cide, my thoughts to guide,

And you all will respect that

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit,

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

From the womb, my newborn child

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

Never letting go, although sometimes i slip

So fed up with my thoughts like they are a buffet

Shots, they back and forth

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws