This is a song about "Thinkin of one"

That i was thinkin' about writin' about, but my stream of thoughts crowded around

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Livin life everyday thinkin of somthin good to say hmm wut should i do today maybe

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Just then i start thinkin' of that sad basement

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

The one who em talks of

It's just textbook stuff

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Sick of these lames who thinkin im with em,

Rap is one of a kind.

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind