This is a song about "Controlled mind"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Controlled by the radio these soundwaves surround you

I'm still looking for my mind

Better leave it all behind

And keep it in my mind

As: they will be so surprised

But i really don't mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

The construction of mind

You can search but you'll never find

For that paper, i'mma grind

Mailboxes burstin but so is mind