This is a song about "Mind voices"

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Thinking thats impossible because the voices are still there.

That had the voices that people worshiped.

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Searching for all the voices

But you hate them navel kisses

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

I tried to drown the voices with the drugs that i've used

All these voices are so loud

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head