This is a song about "Functions of the brain"

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Of a normal brain. but you will gain

Now that's what you call a game

Just a hit, one shot to the brain.

Thieves lurking in the dark like poltergeist, moving pieces of my brain

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

When the bullet's in my brain

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

A bargain against the arsonist's sicko brain