This is a song about "Brain on the pavement let the kay spray"

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Messing with ouija boards triangles and the kay kay kay

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I kill on the wary pavement and leave these cats dribbling

The pavement i am pounding, the days they keep on amounting

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

To which end you're hitting the pavement

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Nigga pass the white let it hit my brain