This is a song about "Trance"

Then i can finally get outta this trance

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

For the low that nine cheap

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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