This is a song about "Blowing minds"

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Know just what your worth

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Ive got the sickest of minds

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Its busting blowing up your desires

I'm blowing up like the big bang

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

I think it excited her

You're minds gone sour