This is a song about "Sober thoughts"

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

These ain't even sober lines, this ain't even close to mind,

Started this shit cause my father could never get sober

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

I spend all my cash so im never sober

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Huh, a metaphor of course

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

His thoughts disorganized

And ask me how was my night

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Think again motherfuckers, not till im sober

Thoughts of immortality

Lord knows you've been busy

I stay lucky cause im never sober

You know...you know who you are