This is a song about "Fuck your mind"

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

A picture in your mind

You can search but you'll never find

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

Stop milking our time, in the back of your mind you think, "we don't give a fuck about you"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Oh, sorry did i offend your sick mind?

I'll disfigure your mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I was playing with guns

Let me twist your mind,and fuck it in all directions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy