This is a song about "Mind your own bu"

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Sometimes it gets hard to interpret my own mind,

Just to let you know, you are

Inside you is your own clover.

See, where i come from is hard

I'm like your own private guard

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

So with your mind left exploded

Good help is hard to find

I'll disfigure your mind

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

The gats got its own mind, with a psycho attached

You have your own opinions man

Still the man with the pan

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne