This is a song about "Thought and conscious"

And i thought i was black

She was wet off the bat

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I thought this bitch had changed and maybe/

Bob marley marvin and marcus

High of oxy im hardly conscious

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

To this day i will leave you and your conscious to be the final judge

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Thought he'd quit and stomp his missions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Conscious, mind is designed to realign time and tell ya im ahead of mine,