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

Snorting coke behind that couch in which you're starting to cower

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Resortin to playin hooky so my brain can adjust

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

And starts to illuminate my brain

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Welcome to my brain, high enough to fly planes

If this is the right time

Making my brain hard to rhyme

These endorphins are spilling in to my brain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Somehow i manged to access this information in my brain,

It went from comin home late to inhalin smoke in my brain

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game