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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Brain empty, insane and deadly, hollowed out and wishing he could rhyme, the pain is ready

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

The resilient attitude of a young ones brain

May have got all the smarts inside your brain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Clearing the smog surrounding my brain and one day i will be clear,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Time to stop the masturbation' and read a book so your brain can slow down - stop racing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

On the inside i'm shaking, epileptic brain and my hearts racing.