This is a song about "You thinkin you bad"

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

I been thinkin' bout you. i know you know the deal,

You are a bad patient

She leave her hair in the sink

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

You are a bad patient

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

You got a mic?, well i've been thinkin, yea it's best if you just

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Why do you treat them so bad

Why you treat them so bad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Why you starin' at me comparatively thinkin' that you're rarin' to be

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Every single second that i live, im thinkin of you.