This is a song about "Pineal gland"

Since i was a day old,

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

An old friend no stranger

Three quarter bills later

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Sixteen years old with a old thang

I gotta question for you man

My lyrics are shockers i stay on the bridges illusions feel vivid my pineal gland

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yal would drop these theories to the cement and he'll still be shooting heroin

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done