This is a song about "Get out my mind"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

My mind my thoughts i think they're out to get me

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Emceed my way out, gotta get my payout.

Im out, before my thoughts get bigger

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

But it’ll help me get my mind of shit,

Bitch you should see my wallet

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Man get these haters out of my mind, see the hate comments and i just skip em!

Vietnam vet.. i'm out my fuckin mind man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn