This is a song about "Thinking bout someone"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last,

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Just someone totally motherfucking crazy.

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Not a time pass without crying and thinking bout her

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

What the fuck were you thinking?

I was born to do the damn thing

Wandering dreaming constantly thinking

I don't care what you're thinking 'bout; your mindset is irrelevant

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Go fuck up someone elses had

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