This is a song about "Brain damage"

Over infatuated with old habits thats why im askin "how the fuck is this a challenge?"

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

The damage, you just baggage

Man but this ain't no sign language

This collateral damage, a mind of obsession

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Behold the truth they're doing more damage than us

Inflict enough damage till your scarred for life, tired and cry,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

This palette will damage a faggot, it's tragic, i blackened the canvas

But you better switch your lane before i spit you some damage

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge