This is a song about "Thought process"

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to

My lyric projects through a rough process

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Niggas thought i dun came up

On they car note to go to the club

I pray the lord my guns to keep

You do the same process, eat sleep repeat.

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

I make her cum a lot

But no measure of thought

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying

Concepts keep you listenin, wishin that you could process

The best is that which i accept and nothing less