This is a song about "Fighing with your mind"

Or a uniformed man, i'm tryna uniform 10 million men

He'll show you all the voids your mind had left out with that pen.

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

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Wouldn’t get aligned with me and mathers’ mind

As: they will be so surprised

Young heart,with an old mind

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

This how i hear it different

You can search but you'll never find

They gotta head with no mind