This is a song about "Brains"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

Splattered his brains all over the place

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

Spent weeks wondering why my brains getting scanned

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank