This is a song about "Brain"

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Grown men in this game

You're not usin' your brain

A prisoner inside of your own brain.

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

A constant smog surrounding my brain.

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Clinical pain, i have a fuckin cynical brain,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Kanye had to get that brain

And starts to illuminate my brain

I wanted the money and never the fame

Your body's right as rain

An illusion of the brain