This is a song about "Thinkin bout you"

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Baby i been thinkin bout you

Still hittin plays, thinkin bout the billion

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

You lame ass worthless faggots thinkin that you perfect

We thinkin you got em and going murder

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her