This is a song about "Twisted in the brain"

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

It might seem contradictory, but the game is twisted,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

The blood is in my veins, killer mode into my brain

Just a fantom team life with an ego to the cillin christ in my brain.

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

The scars on ya fist is just the same as the pain in your brain,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Maybe it's the paranoia in my brain - or it's the flow