This is a song about "Brain"

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Stuck in this game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

You can't erase these words from your brain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

A prisoner inside of your own brain.

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

And starts to illuminate my brain

Im courtside, wizard game

You're not usin' your brain

Now that's what you call a game

Right now using my left brain

Ain't heard dc since sardines came