This is a song about "Brain tissue"

But if i just try to really bust mine, i rush right through like a tissue

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You little young-ass motherfuckers

On the tissue like other nasal germs

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Getting rough in the booth like the tissue of armadillos

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

See dog? rap is my aim

I guess it's in my brain

I wanted the money and never the fame

You can't erase these words from your brain

Down in dallas at the all-star game

And starts to illuminate my brain