This is a song about "Shit for brains"

But i guess that shit's just tough love

This shit aint for no business

Anint shit funny, for the money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

High: that's why they call us planes

All created by three great brains

Clear my throat for you, ho? after i'm done fuckin' out your daddy's brains

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Blow trees like a hurricane

Just to fuck with your brains

You, you, you have to pay for that

Never asked nobody for shit

Put your brains on the curb

Yeah you know i got that work

Army stance, ready for war

That petty shit that you run for