This is a song about "Fuck your brains out"

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Clear my throat for you, ho? after i'm done fuckin' out your daddy's brains

And leave no remains fuck it ill even eat your brains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

When in fact its your chains that are limiting our brains

Line up in an orderly fashion to get your brains smashed in

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

Or something that you paid for

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Talking about the god you serve

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Brains aren't everything, and especially in your case, they're nothing.

I'm 8 ballin with your dealer and he knows my last name get the fuck out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about