This is a song about "This mans brainless"

Ain't my fault this mans eyes look in two different directions

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Leave you brainless, you can't rap, you need to learn the basics

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Who's this kid?, dude, who spits this?

Girls be like whoa, you see that mans junk

Secret society all we ask is trust