This is a song about "Trance"

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

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Then i can finally get outta this trance

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed