This is a song about "Fried mind"

Infatuation it rules my mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

Should be harder to find

I'm still looking for my mind

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Peace of mind, a piece in mind

Good help is hard to find

From the womb, my newborn child

Mailboxes burstin but so is mind