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

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

If you think you're going to win, you're surely out your mind.

She can blow my mind awe shit

Or let the mob handle that

Mind telling me shit don't mater

My records sell, yes sir

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Going to all his friends yelling that baby ain't his, (but it is though, but it is though)

Look, now roll my j tight

Really though your kidding right

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

It doesn't matter though cause i'm going regardless

You worship weed like its shit you need, makin your mind jittery,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Going though cycles never achieving your vision

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done