This is a song about "Got my mind right"

Cause i got that skill in my mind, got the rhythm in my heart

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Flying right beside my eyes, got frequent flier miles

Walk blind into a line or fight

Stand outter? got that right,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Whoa, gettin high all the time isn't right, i'm losin my sight and my mind

I got that sharp ''brain'' so ill use my mind like a blender

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

But i'm not, it's my life, i got the right of way,

And talking shit we gon' party all day

My mind ain't right, it's full of grainy thoughts

Intendent attend them, cool cause

I got my mind sold by the devil, bought in dollars got it for twenty

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see