This is a song about "Mind of a lunatic"

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

You can call me a lunatic, but i am not just gonna sit/

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Adrenaline filled veins feeding a mind full of derogatory/

I'm abusing the sunshine so i'm technically blind

Ain't hard to tell life's a bitch, that's my state of mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Took a piece of a ripped paper and a pen and wrote off what was on my mind