This is a song about "Brain wash"

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

But you never come when you period is five days

Shenti crawls out of bed to wash and shave

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Slap it on a butty, ten foot thick, then wash it all down with a cup of sick

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Now wash your mouth out with some listerine

When the bullet's in my brain

Now that's what you call a game

All up under the covers day

Don't let it wash you away