This is a song about "Thank"

Ask her what she thank about

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I thank my family and god himself

Singing my life with his words

And thank doom for his herbs/

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

-w.a, cube, hey doc, ren yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

So i thank god for hater i've accumulated,

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

You can disown him or stone him

And thank doom for his herbs/

That try to chase these skirts

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Yes, sir - thank god kinda worried 'bout my ass