This is a song about "Free minds"

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Mama made her pretty

Fuckin hoes thats all free.

Fuckin hoes thats all free,

Wanna see you work your body

Inhabit the minds of people

Inhale my color purple

...can i break free? trapped in my sins, can i break free?

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I’m tryna be low key

Preferably judge free?

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Ive got the sickest of minds