This is a song about "Blow brains out"

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

So we here to the blow the candle out, 1, 2, 3, ha,

Clear my throat for you, ho? after i'm done fuckin' out your daddy's brains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I used to play the game and kill nigg'as call it pro player. shoot yo brains out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Maybe i'll just blow out in my hideout and disallow the overcrowd to

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

All created by three great brains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

One verse is all it takes

Just to fuck with your brains