This is a song about "Smart minds"

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

When i get my hands on nines

You're smart but lack any common sense.

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

This the land of the white man

For how smart i really am

This is the root of all evil

Inhabit the minds of people

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then

Grab that knife, go on a boulevard, kill every one there, and to be smart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Hop in and let me test drive

Ive got the sickest of minds