This is a song about "Cortex"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

My words stick to your cortex and they can't be shook

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

600 volts just might hit right into your cortex

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

My cerebral cortex is magical

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Until it reaches onto your cortex,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

600 volts just might hit right into your cortex