This is a song about "On my thoughts"

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

I feel like im lost im my own passive thoughts

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Evil thoughts, they run in my head

I spent most my days runnin from evil thoughts

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Cide, my thoughts to guide,

My mind ain't right, it's full of grainy thoughts

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

I put these poems all in these songs

Red bottoms with the spike work

Trying to get my thoughts gathered,

I have thoughts of gluing on horns on newborns,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns