This is a song about "Messed up minds"

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

So i have the ability to blow minds

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

There sickos out of they minds,

When i get my hands on nines

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

Open up your minds to these lyrical rhymes, and listen to these mystical lines,

Shit, i also messed up your conjecture

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I messed around and got addicted

Of her father's #residence, i was even farther messed up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

They're all shocked, paralyzed, messed up spinal/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will