This is a song about "Mind dead"

Peace of mind, a piece in mind

The revolution has arrived

If your man want to bet

That rap is mostly dead/

Code red, which means you go red

If not we're practically dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Now you wish i was dead,

Holla out my set

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache