This is a song about "Stand by our thoughts"

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Followed by the depressive thoughts that pop into her head

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

Me and my microphone could be one

(when our thoughts are prone to famine),

His thoughts disorganized

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

These thoughts may be tried to stopped by an enemy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

Murder by stand your ground, pounded 'em, there's evidence,