This is a song about "Whole lotta thoughts"

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

And i can't help but stare, cause

Networking, meanwhile my stomach turning

Just a lotta worthless hollering

Suck a whole lotta dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

The thoughts overheating

But he don't rule a thing

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Thoughts of immortality

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom