This is a song about "No thoughts"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

No thoughts in his head, there assuming he's dead

Drown out thoughts fleeting and fickle

The world is so typical

Intendent attend them, cool cause

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

A lone man/misguided thoughts...

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Thoughts of immortality

Alcohol and booty calls

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

You know...you know who you are

Thoughts of bloody murder.

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

You're so white, my blinkers don't work