This is a song about "Shit going though your mind"

Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Going though cycles never achieving your vision

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

This world of ours is going to shit

Kinda makes your mind stray - on that real shit though

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

A picture in your mind

To my unborn child

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to