This is a song about "Psychopathic thoughts"

Speed up, patience, please cause

These thoughts are just that, they're just thoughts

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

My bombs of bullets hit and drop i'm a killer psychopathic

Alcohol and booty calls

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

You just cant match this, a psychopathic with tactics u aint ready yet bitch go practice!

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Verses so graphic they seem psychopathic

Down any thoughts of us

So now this work's been worthless

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts