This is a song about "The cerebral cortex"

The weed into the bong

Pay dues like a hair salon

Got the passion for the music

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

The streetz is aint the safe

I get that work from my face

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Blood spatter, cerebral brain matter splattered on the mad hatter,

My words stick to your cortex and they can't be shook

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Where the ball meets the wall