This is a song about "All the brain"

May have got all the smarts inside your brain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

I turned into something they never became

All the things that ill do, my inhumane brain/

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

A bargain against the arsonist's sicko brain

When the bullet's in my brain

I'll never call you bitch again

With brain splattered all over the hallway

If you out there let me hear you say

Is this just a phase i hate the way, it tingle's all around inside my brain

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game