This is a song about "Brain rap"

Heavy in the game

I guess it's in my brain

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

A bargain against the arsonist's sicko brain

A prisoner inside of your own brain.

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Clinical pain, i have a fuckin cynical brain,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Then lost my faith again

You can't erase these words from your brain

I ain't interested in fame

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Cuz i fuck any rap makin the rap game my main whore, as my lyrical brain brings more,