This is a song about "A parody song about the brain"

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Can barely finish a song

And we don't know no right from wrong

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

I'm a insane mother fucker, yes in the brain,

I'm talking about lain that insane in the brain piece of pain

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

I'm a insane mother fucker, yes in the brain,

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

You bitch'll need a tampon by the end of this little song

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,