This is a song about "Shit for brains"

Do i give em a thanks or slaughter their brains,

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

My verbals rip shit brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

For the shit i signed my name on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Do shit for others, drown them in advice,

Fuck you all (for reading this shit)

Bet i'm heavy with that

I'ma work for everything i have, never ask nobody for shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Like b.o.b., got airplanes

We can fuck up our brains