This is a song about "Mindless"

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

People wonder why this rapper has such mindless hate,

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

By mindless rappers on how they bought a new bugatti,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

‘cuz being honest and moral doesn’t sell to the mindless youth,

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

And got brain from the mindless

It's thunderin times, we live in a world of mindless rhythms and rhymes.

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Thinking they’re so macho with their mindless raps,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks