This is a song about "Thomas the train"

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

You can take the train thru my vein,

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

I used to ride the iron horse, and that was the train,

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Go on vacation, cant even afford to get on a train at the station

Move from the past to the present on the train

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Forget not amir the creator, who can plant a fear like a gator we all in your train

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain