This is a song about "Ill mind"

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

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

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im sick for medical the ill mind is approved for me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I'm gon remember her, but still

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill

Infatuation it rules my mind

You can search but you'll never find