This is a song about "Brain surgeon"

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Trying to renovate the game

You're not usin' your brain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Dismembering bars i'm a lyrical surgeon everyone fades likes whispers when i release

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Cut that slut up but you know i ain't a surgeon

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

Tarantula adding poison to your brain