This is a song about "In a trance"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle

In a bubble, you funnel a tunnel,

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Examining a calamity advancing in a fantasy

A change in the recipe a new preamble

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle