This is a song about "Lunacy time and space brains nation"

Brains aren't everything, and especially in your case, they're nothing.

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Your motivation should be to come and join my nation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

And build the beginning of better brains with a bit of belief.

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

In a slump, a vicious wreck, lock and hold the nation,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

Until they pay their respect and their brains disconnect

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement