This is a song about "Amnesia"

Handing out amnesia writers block and its free

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

To they point they wish they had amnesia

They can not pause like right one sega

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Amnesia kickin in cant remember my sins, evil mood swings

Beat em til they be headed in the way of amnesia

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

I wish that i could wake up with amnesia

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

I've suddenly caught amnesia

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Yall no nothing about that/ talkin like yall got amnesia