This is a song about "Lost minds"

Minds are something i don't read

Kick back and know yo son set

Take her back to where i live

I lost mona,i lost wife

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

I fucking hate this job

Nice flow / my minds dope

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Ive got the sickest of minds

Got a flock full of dimes

There sickos out of they minds,