This is a song about "Trance"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Then i can finally get outta this trance

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

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