This is a song about "Grain"

But i receive hypnotherapy, my rain is a grain or pain pull my rhyme strain,

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

I'll never call you bitch again

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

Repetitive competitive grain girding lanes, lined in arrays, lane to lane,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Nothing remains, no matter what insane strain, grain it

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Sickle was used to cut out grain, tied into bundles and then carried away.

Want every single thing thats nice, so fuck your single grain of rice

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay