This is a song about "Thomas while"

(and we'll be there for i while!)

When it comes to spitting that fire

For good at least once in a while

Run for cover and return fire

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

Whisper naughty secrets while

While i'm just there beaming/

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Lights will flash, cars will crash

To rap while cursed by math

While im snorting another gram

You gotta let these shits go, man

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised