This is a song about "Controlled mind"

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Mailboxes burstin but so is mind

From the womb, my newborn child

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

The populations controlled and all the food that you ate

Im laughing cause more than likely he's being controlled, his soul is captured

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

But i really don't mind

As: they will be so surprised

I'm still looking for my mind

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

The construction of mind

You can search but you'll never find

To my unborn child

Young heart,with an old mind