This is a song about "Shit going though your mind"

At your best you might

Really though your kidding right

Good help is hard to find

I'll disfigure your mind

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

And put it back together again but in a different way so thy shit in your mind

Even though shit got intense

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Criminal mind, subliminal syllables riddle your mind

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to