This is a song about "Shit i think about"

Than the muse of a family

I feel bad when i think about me

I think it was a story about my best friend

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

I never even bothered to think about white privilege,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I think about the effect that "this" have on my relationship

I think about it every day and night

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Haters learn to bear, i'm lovie smith with the vocals

So much that i think about just breaking tables

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

You hold the nine and cock it, think about ending shit right here,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I cant think about the past cause its got me fucked up,