This is a song about "Bind"

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Smash your spine, slash n' bind, so you could feel the wrath of mine

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

And bind lines to make them sweet and grind ground like they were cleats

I was born to do the damn thing

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Became a habit like a drug addict, knowledge and wisdom was what i bind

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Wind up and been bind to where society assigned/

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Seems like we're always in a bind

Good help is hard to find

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

I gotta keep on gunning rhymes, only way to bind the two

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but