This is a song about "The eye of minds"

That he's the symptom of mind's

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

I used to have a nine to five

Ive got the sickest of minds

President says it was imminent, i don't believe in the syndicate of the eye

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Inhale my color purple

Inhabit the minds of people

There sickos out of they minds,

Take her back to where i live

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And combine with the minds of some brighter people

Every since then our whole city been horrible

With hope's to break the minds of bold, and bend the souls of the feeble