This is a song about "The drug that they brain need"

You dudes fakin' your identity just like they need that bourne back.

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Or is that the point the cancer comes back and rots my brain.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

With the rest of my brain that gave once they made out the shape

But they all claimin that they need us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

That i'm better than any kinda drug

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Realise that you went overboard on the drug taking

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Your body's right as rain

They got no sense and no brain

And so i kill the brain that remembers so well

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell