This is a song about "Functions of the brain"

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Take this bullet of lyrical rhymes right into the brain

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

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

A prisoner inside of your own brain.

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Time to start the game, crack your brain, like wrath of caine/

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Brain starved of oxygen, she begins to decommission,