This is a song about "Penny for your thoughts"

A trillion years later still controllin the way your simple thoughts flow

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Thinkin that your on my level, just for thinkin those thoughts you broke the rules

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

I got the sickest flow, i got your moms seven digits for 1 dollar not a penny mo,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I want your last thoughts to be me, sitting on your couch watching glee

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy