This is a song about "Thought process"

You do the same process, eat sleep repeat.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

I know you're mad, but so what

Niggas thought i dun came up

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Mind going crazy who thought

I got buku broad

But i'm feeling conscious in the process of enlightenment,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement