Food 4 Thought

Food 4 Thought

Hopping off that yacht in St. Lucia, shorty flirting opening up her p*ssy, showing me it’s fuchsia, she look at me like I’m her future, she can’t be serious, she got 2 be stupid, pistol whipped the shit out of cupid, I can see her thoughts they’re lucid, but I can smell her intentions, they’re putrid, her eyes lucent,-n- elusive, her childhood was abusive, verbally -n- physically, I could sense it, 4 I’m very intuitive, life is beautiful when looking at it through the eyes of a kid, inhaling her fears, never knowing why she was truly crying in her crib, I came from her womb, she ain’t come from my ribs, being rich makes it more dangerous 2 live, 4 all they see is what you can give, 4 she has the body of a woman, but in her heart she still a kid, tryna find comfort 4 what her parents did, looking for a father 2 teach her how 2 be a woman, 4 she’s still stuck in the mind frame of a kid, so for protection status -n- material things, not her mind -n- soul, but her body she will give, you see man and woman, I see man -n- kid, or I see a woman with a man, who don’t really know who he is, just 2 people giving each other the wrong sh*t 2 live.

But it’s all about the money

2 her -n- 2 him, it’s about how

Much of her body she gonna give

Are we men -n- women or are

We still kids