This is a song about "Lord s hand in my brain"

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

When they give the grammy in my hand.

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

I'm the reaper cuz have the sithe in my hand

Well rick james, maury jane

Got a new song in my brain.

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

I'm running out of time

In my hand theres a nine

I ain't interested in fame

I guess it's in my brain