This is a song about "Thinkin bout you"

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

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

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

Hard to move on when you always regret one

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Thinkin bout all the bad stuations that im facing

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Thinkin bout life and a bitch striking it rich toss me a mic and i'll spit

Baby i been thinkin bout you

It's really not an issue

Not thinkin bout the boy that you dropped off in hell.

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well