This is a song about "Absence of mind"

Good help is hard to find

In the back of my mind

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Peace of mind, a piece in mind

Should be harder to find

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Told their false thirst for death dies in his absence/

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Got the mind of a thief...

And all my childhood memories

Exlusion of the mind

This is to my unborn child