This is a song about "Brain surgeon"

My buzz is like cocaine

When the bullet's in my brain

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

Searching for fortune and fame

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

They think i'm great whenever i grab the mic i'm a surgeon i operate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The lyrical surgeon uncertain if he fits in raps atmosphere

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I wish i’ll never see you again

You're not usin' your brain

Jabberwocky for a brain

I got that goodman game