This is a song about "Thomas feather"

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Im a heavyweight you got a feather mind,your raps are about as tight

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

But ima be the feather

I pipe in and one night her

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference