This is a song about "The cerebral cortex"

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Never can i straight face

The streetz is aint the safe

The truth but thats the way

Hit it or four play

The bigger the the fun

But girl you got me open

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Stuck between his cortex, with a little cancer

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

600 volts just might hit right into your cortex

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Cerebral peeve, cause yall to leave out of spite

I can smell it when i go outside