This is a song about "Thinking ur hard"

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Have a ware and look above ur

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

What this bitch is thinking

But i ain't listening

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Face it ur basic, my skillz designed, ur shits makeshift

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

What the fuck were you thinking?

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Ur havin' a loss cause ur flow is stiff