This is a song about "Think about you"

Now think about it, you want innocent people to die?/

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

To sum it up, your dead wrong about what you think you know/

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash

I used to think about you all the time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Im about to tell you what i think and how i feel

The reason why they had to give me a deal

When you took my hand up so calm

But did you think about your mom,