This is a song about "On my thoughts"

I like my thoughts filled with lame

They think they bring that pain

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Im out, before my thoughts get bigger

Nothing making sense all my thoughts racing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Alcohol and booty calls

Is going to pay / on that day ill react with zero thoughts on my brain/ bloody

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Evil thoughts, they run in my head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

I ponder and i wonder through my own different thoughts,