This is a song about "Lost minds"

No matter , what we know who was victor in our minds

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

She leave her hair on the floor

Creative minds do more

Minds are something i don't read

Lemonhead end up dead

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Inside your minds a bruised ego

Inhabit the minds of people

And everything is purple

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

I'd rather conservatives take us than these bigoted minds,

Nice flow / my minds dope

New canvas she need a new stroke