This is a song about "Mind of a killa"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Enter the mind of a maniac

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

All in the mind of a mime

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Stuck in a permanent autumn, mind a place of sodom

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue