This is a song about "Think he me"

And spay him up if he think he grown

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

The photo he took, he wasn't very quick, i think he's part of the minutemen

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

He better think again.

Straight lane kiffen them

I think hes gonna go till he reaches the top

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

While he sits on his throne and think he's king

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

I tend to think he went on a fucking vacation

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse