This is a song about "My brain is for me to use intelligently to diss you realistically like 911"

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

My rhymes inside my brain ain't sane, still they're close to me,

Time for me to show em just how deadly my pen is,

Go! you free to go about your business

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

My lesson is simply testing why the fuck you diss me at all

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Sometimes its hard to write these raps, since my brain is crowded.

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

I swear that jesus is tight but you don't have to use my word for it

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Because this record is only to diss