This is a song about "Thin"

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Your crew won't back you up neither will your thin vest

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Kick in the door

You don;t thin anymore

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Better or worse, the center of attention

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Difference between that and self promotion is a thin line

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time