This is a song about "Trance"

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

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

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

It's odd that they say that the crack kill 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 i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Then i can finally get outta this trance

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

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

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