This is a song about "Train of thought"

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

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Huh, i can't interpret her

At the thought of being popular

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

And sniff train tracks of cocaine watch how the world swirls

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Running infront of a train

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

I practiced till that shit made perfect

So i thought of it as a gift

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Of the people that you thought were right from the start,