This is a song about "Minds off"

Used to find dope in his coat

Nice flow / my minds dope

And everything is purple

Inhabit the minds of people

A working genius, a work of art

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

They could never understand

And my minds being matched

Questions enter the minds of people

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Those with the most thoughts are out of their minds.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

As minds are becoming complete,

Our minds to heavens gates

For the occasion, paper planes