This is a song about "Thought and conscious"

Yeah, look here i pay dues

And i, who thought i'd lose.

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

And also i got beat up and thought that i should kill,

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Blood was squirtin' out, but you were still conscious

Here i go again, searching for love

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Comes out my haunted conscious

I thought this bitch had changed and maybe/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And i know - there'll never be peace

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,