This is a song about "Out of my mind"

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

The thought of you never leaves my mind,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Finally hit the extent of my cynical state of mind

Id rather have my piece of mind

Should be harder to find

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

I'm gettin paid for my trade but i'm still realand if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

Mind out of my body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

As: they will be so surprised

You must be out of your state... of mind,