This is a song about "Trance"

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

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

Then i can finally get outta this trance

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Indubitably i'm too street

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

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