This is a song about "Thomas more"

I shoulda gone out more

The art of war

Sulking crying cuz i will kill even you bill even if you got a top block that can chill

The more i rap the more i kill , the more i kill the more it became a thrill

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

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

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

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You could give a fuck more

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Slice one up, slice two more

Up in my new two door

When i have so much more

My surrounding always expecting for more

And all that deep shit i was previously down for