This is a song about "Losing your mind and feeling bad about it"

Thore your mind, and understand how it inclines,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

And you knew it in your mind when you saw her

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

By god, slow grind

And keep it in my mind

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

At that moment was an epiphany and had a bad feeling so i started racing

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Mind lost in darkness he's losing his sight,

For that paper, i'mma grind

Floor it down the road to your mind

It was about you, and your heart that i entertained

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape