This is a song about "Brains"

Screamed my brains out at my mother

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Spent weeks wondering why my brains getting scanned

My talent should take me places i've never been

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

Put your brains on the curb

Red bottoms with the spike work

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Just to fuck with your brains

And i ain't got what it takes

All created by three great brains

It’s something that’s in your veins