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

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Now the nation, filled with intoxications and abominations.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

And i'm tryna do the same for the rap nation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We a nation of hatin' and makin' speculation