This is a song about "Functions of parts of the brain"

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

Never let the game play youand for the fame

With parts of their body through the mail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

The right side of my brain be

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Put my calling card, through the side of your brain.

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Take this bullet of lyrical rhymes right into the brain

And she wanted no parts of me

But five years from now i bet she see

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Of atomic particles split into two parts