This is a song about "Brains"

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Do i give em a thanks or slaughter their brains,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Just to fuck with your brains

High: that's why they call us planes

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

So you finally got the nerve

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

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

Blow your brains out, set you on fire