This is a song about "Trance"

Lyrical trance, romance the beat,

Me and my peeps often meet

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

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Then i can finally get outta this trance

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

You snap out det trance and now finally you can think

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

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

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

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