This is a song about "Concentration"

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're uncool like my mother kin

Rhyming skills and concentration

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Concentration is key, can't have an interference

But speak softly, else you'll break my concentration

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

I have to remind myself to not loose concentration

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation