This is a song about "The pinky and the brain"

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

May have got all the smarts inside your brain

Just a hit, one shot to the brain.

I got that goodman game

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

Put my calling card, through the side of your brain.

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

The pain stains the brain with delays in

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free