This is a song about "Stand by our thoughts"

Miami nights, ain't another one

(when our thoughts are prone to famine),

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

So stand back or get engulfed by my fire of fame

I'm sick of sitting by and watching our nation fade away,

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I won't comply i wont stand by noses bloody as roses

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

I stand by you, i'mma tell you stand strong and march on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Bad thoughts enter our mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Masons, pi equations and how were labeled by our races!