This is a song about "Destruction of my mind"

To give you a piece of my mind

Cause i’m back on my grind

To my unborn child

In the back of my mind

Mind out of my body

We like to party

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I'm at the top of the game in my mind

This is another level of lyrical destruction.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

The glare makes me hard to find

Id rather have my piece of mind

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

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