This is a song about "Traded brains with a chimpanzee"

High: that's why they call us planes

We can fuck up our brains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

It's dangerous, the game is a test to our blank brains,

My brains confused but im also a bit bemused,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

My brains a blade slayin' , every spit is plain sailing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

And build the beginning of better brains with a bit of belief.

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Do i give em a thanks or slaughter their brains,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Dropping mind fuck bars and now your brains a wreck