This is a song about "Trance"

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

The drug that they brain need

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Glance, as a nigga take you soul and throw your lyrics in a trance

Battlin among milions all after my brilliance, leave girls in a trance make their

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Then i can finally get outta this trance

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance