This is a song about "Cranial nerves"

He lying i’m on papers

You made me lose my nerves

But i can only love you when you undressed

Now my nerves are a mess, it's like a punch in the chest/

That try to chase these skirts

Its all about my nerves,

I can swerve through curbs 'n' earn my worth and leave your nerves severed

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Ain't nothing worse then nerves been shot n burned

Back like i never ever left in the first

Hope lurked, the most thirst, his old nerves won't hurt/

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute