This is a song about "Ill of mind"

Something worth dying for

Control the mind of yo master

For that paper, i'mma grind

Wrote this sober, wrong state of mind

Id rather have my piece of mind

The glare makes me hard to find

The construction of mind

Good help is hard to find

Enter the mind of a maniac

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

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

To give you a piece of my mind

You can search but you'll never find