This is a song about "The troubles of the consciuos mind"

Like i display, from the depths of my mind

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

The troubles in the system have arisen, i must share,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Enter the mind of a maniac

From the womb, my newborn child

I'm in the correct state of mind

Understand the mind of ya'll

I know i've came so far

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for