This is a song about "Thought"

Lately i've thought to quit thought should i just sit.

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Never thought about what was,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I thought mama taught ya,

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Only real niggas stay on top

Your being dismembered its clouded thought

At least that's what he thought

Man i spit that pimp talk

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I thought you were a friend

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Never thought this would be painless

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

They thought it was a joke they thought you was lying