This is a song about "Thought process"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Dominating house from lot to lot, repeat the process but plot a crop.

Intercourse pausin' for thought,

Passion in life he has lost

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Niggas thought i dun came up

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

And in the process some realize their shame

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

And i go up in a party like im going abroad

The higher i got the nastier i thought

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Your being dismembered its clouded thought