This is a song about "Train of thought"

The thought of her love had always been my only inspiration.

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Overdosed and other jumped in front of a train

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Stand clear of the closing doors, as the train leaves the station

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

You should of thought of that now watch slaughter this track

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Im drooling at the thought of mila

I nevermind a mind beyond vagina

So i thought of it as a gift

I ain’t saying that i’m finished