This is a song about "Thalamus hypothalamus amygdala cerebellum"

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

What you thought you was escapin welcome to your cell

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Of the superficial pleasure he kept,

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

I know i wouldn't survive if it wasn't for the pleasure

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her