This is a song about "This mans brainless"

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Guess it pays to be brainless

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Sit the fuck down and enjoy this mans deepest confessions.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

This is ice, this is frozen,

They had a hell of a run