This is a song about "Think"

You start to shake and you cant think

Kod a couple fifties like a precinct

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

And despite what you may think

And i'm just being honest

But i whip out the pad and think

But i whip out the pad and think

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Think i give a fuck better think again

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I guess you think you cas, but i think you trash.

Come so let me know what you think!

I ain’t saying that i’m finished