This is a song about "Thin ice"

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

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

Folarin said we 6 million and running

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

You don;t thin anymore

They fiend in the door

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

With shards of ice and glass

Cause you're most likely to crash