This is a song about "Brain washing"

‘cause i’ve got a brain

See dog? rap is my aim

Now that's what you call a game

Right now using my left brain

Got a new song in my brain.

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Parking lot of the blue flame

When the bullet's in my brain

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Washing dishes as a kid and maybe getting a tip.

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Im going insane its like no brain

I swear i'll never call you bitch again