This is a song about "Trance"

Then i can finally get outta this trance

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

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

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

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