This is a song about "Broken minds"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Minds are something i don't read

Inhabit the minds of people

And everything is purple

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

There sickos out of they minds,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

As minds are becoming complete,

They got me trapped

And my minds being matched

We hustle to survive

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Leave with their minds broken learned an addiction

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Streaks are made to broken

They like talk to em young