This is a song about "Snorting lines to my brain"

Resortin to playin hooky so my brain can adjust

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Just a fantom team life with an ego to the cillin christ in my brain.

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I apologize i don't recollect your name

Stress on my brain, trying to stay sane and maintain

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Sometimes its hard to write these raps, since my brain is crowded.

Chyper shit,your brain wire it,to like my shit,

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

To my brain/ i chose to refuse/ couldn't take the abusive/

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains