This is a song about "Train of thought"

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Catches flights in and out of his own train of thought

I have a flow of a train, won’t stop until i hit the breaks and i’m at rap city lane

Now do i sound insane?! i probably do, but i'm taking control of this rap games public domain!

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

At the thought of being popular

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

One brain, one train of thought to leave you laying there damaged

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Screams, i thought we killed em ,thank god he didn't the thought of children,

Im drooling at the thought of mila

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Your train of thought on it's crown to burn, brain's #garden #plowed for ferns

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse