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

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

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

Just a hit, one shot to the brain.

I wanted the money and never the fame

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

When the bullet's in my brain

So much to say a scrabble game

An illusion of the brain

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

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

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And who's to blame?me. ive got more skill purely in my pinky finger,