This is a song about "Pinky and the brain"

I'm the fuckin' menace inside everyone's brain

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Just a hit, one shot to the brain.

Your man wale in his own damn lane

An illusion of the brain

And right now, he's the best 'brain' healer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

Or is that the point the cancer comes back and rots my brain.

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again