This is a song about "Brain wash"

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

An illusion of the brain

Imma make it rain

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Lemme brain wash you until the beat splat

That you thought were smart, until they had a brain wash,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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