This is a song about "Thought and conscious"

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

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

But i guess that shit's just tough love

High of oxy im hardly conscious

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

Yeah i'm cashing out, i'm all madden dog

And whoever thought i would rhyme these,

Got tired of running from the police

Comes out my haunted conscious

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Thought i hit a deer i heard the bump and got shook

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the