This is a song about "Lost minds"

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Creative minds do more

Minds lucid from the mixtures

Talking about the god you serve

This is the root of all evil

Inhabit the minds of people

Fuck their minds worse than inception,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

So i have the ability to blow minds

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Got a flock full of dimes

Well, that's what you are

You're minds gone sour

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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