This is a song about "Parts of the brain"

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Take this bullet of lyrical rhymes right into the brain

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

And she wanted no parts of me

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I never hugged no corner

And i wanted all parts of her

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I'm talking about lain that insane in the brain piece of pain

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain