This is a song about "Cody thinks he s good at baseball"

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

"but that is alright" he thinks cuz "i'm doin' fine"

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

But five years from now i bet she see

So get off that whip cody,

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free