This is a song about "Dark minds"

Ive got the sickest of minds

Sky high, iced out paradise

Time to think about dark side

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Writing from my heart, never end with dark

Mmg and that's my clique

As minds are becoming complete,

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

There sickos out of they minds,

Cause this album pack enough evil

Questions enter the minds of people

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

The minds of record labels

I know my calling's worth like phone card

(zing)light it up in the dark