This is a song about "Thinking to much"

Talking to a thinking motherfucker, mind you

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Ive got to much anger

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Yall mother fuckers need to start thinking nature is gorgeous

Who walks down the strees thinking its cool to sag

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Too much money to care

And never should you tear

Puttin in work, to much work,

And gave the coldest smirk

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

My life was in a vault and all the bitches used to hiss thinking

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Your thinking your rhymes are to much for me