This is a song about "Thinkin bout you"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Thinkin bout suicide daily

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

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

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

We thinkin you got em and going murder

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Cause i feel its right

Thinkin bout suicide

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Thinkin that your luck will save you, that's just superstitious,

Baby i been thinkin bout you

Watching for the cops that's moving through