This is a song about "Brains"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

All created by three great brains

For the occasion, paper planes

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

Splattered his brains all over the place

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

And i ain't got what it takes

We can fuck up our brains