This is a song about "Thinkin bout you"

What the fuck are you thinkin

All wale talking is ambition

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Thinkin' 'bout the bullies and the hate they misdirect,

Been thinkin' about you a lot lately

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

We thinkin you got em and going murder

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Thinkin bout suicide daily

I was wondering maybe

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Ambition is my shit and i put that on my name