This is a song about "Lovely minds"

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Minds lucid from the mixtures

And her smile lit up the room

Its all because my lovely bathroom

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

So i have the ability to blow minds

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

You're minds gone sour

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

What do you want me to say? your a lovely little liar.

Ima go until my arm's sore

Creative minds do more

Ive got the sickest of minds

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise