This is a song about "What you thin"

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Success was just a blatant hoax, my patience was wearing thin,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Your crew won't back you up neither will your thin vest

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

You can do what you want

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

And what you see is what you get

She don’t give her nigga head

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

What you see is what you get

You got pets? me too: mine are dead