This is a song about "Lost minds"

As minds are becoming complete,

I keep my money neat

Before we see it's hard to live

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

They could never understand

And my minds being matched

That's why i here whispers

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Creative minds do more

Army stance, ready for war

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

There sickos out of they minds,

Questions enter the minds of people

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise