This is a song about "No brains"

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

All created by three great brains

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Put your brains on the curb

30 chains on, bet the light work

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

My garage full of cars that bounce

When in fact its your chains that are limiting our brains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status