This is a song about "Thin"

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

Go pop some pills or something

This thin rope, lend dope, n' mend hope.

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Does she have to be thin? yea she might be

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

That's compressed and thin/ suppressed within

And they all mint condition

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

You don;t thin anymore

Mirror mirror on the wall