This is a song about "My many mini minds"

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

I am the mc to open the minds of my fellow

Elaborately interesting and obliviously displaying my minds abnormality.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I mean big ole titties, the void in my minds back,

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Velocity of my lines astonishing the biggest of minds/

I make forty-some dollars a day

My minds astray, my hearts finally gray

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Look so clean, my minds a mess though

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow