This is a song about "Creative minds"

When they here today what you say to them

Not creative, no lexicon; i'm awesome!

So i have the ability to blow minds

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Ive got the sickest of minds

Shout out my nigga miles

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

There sickos out of they minds,

As i light one for ill will

Inhabit the minds of people

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/