This is a song about "Thinkin of one"

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

Yeah, yo boosie i was thinkin' i lost a lot of homeboys

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

That's how we make it right

Thinkin bout suicide

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Sick of these lames who thinkin im with em,

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