This is a song about "Thought wrong"

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

My position improving, not to mention

I get slight work like big sean

I knew there was something wrong.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

Don't gotta wait long

They dissecting, it wrong

But no measure of thought

Man i spit that pimp talk

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I'm not addicted though, don't get me wrong

I walked up and asked what's wrong?

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone