This is a song about "The lack of ingenuity when sorrow fills my mind"

It wasn't the lack of my abstinence dammit!

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

You can search but you'll never find

In the back of my mind

You have now entered the inner thoughts of my own mind

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

And in the lack of my answers i am left with but one thing,

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

I can't take the pain and sorrow of losing my baby girl.

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

The thought of you never leaves my mind,