This is a song about "Thinking to much"

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

To much to see,man im going insane

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Thinking of how to get on track

And its simple as that baby

Your thinking your rhymes are to much for me

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I was beginning to be thinking you weren't receiving it.

From dawn to dusk thinking about my crush

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Talking to a thinking motherfucker, mind you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Ive got to much anger

Took the van, went snatch her

For whining and crying for thinking you were so much better than me

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty