This is a song about "Thin"

They gon' love me for my ambition

That's compressed and thin/ suppressed within

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

I fucking hate this job

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats