This is a song about "Brain dead"

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I live my life in tha fast lane

Right now using my left brain

Now that's what you call a game

I can make it rain

Kanye had to get that brain

My god come before this bread

Even when my dreams are dead

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Something just clicks in my brain

Then lost her faith again

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

You're not usin' your brain

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Back from the motherfucking dead