This is a song about "Thinking to much"

Ive got to much anger

Shit i'm the the rapper

To much to see,man im going insane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

To much killing around too much suspense.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

From dawn to dusk thinking about my crush

They call me say, word

Puttin in work, to much work,

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

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

I'm thinking i need a friend to drive me home

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite