This is a song about "Electronic brain"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

You can't erase these words from your brain

A prisoner inside of your own brain.

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Then lost her faith again

When the bullet's in my brain

They think they bring that pain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And reflect on the rap game, i came

And starts to illuminate my brain

Something just clicks in my brain

I can make it rain

I guess it's in my brain

Now that's what you call a game