This is a song about "Wilmington mustache brains"

Fuck life, i’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Rhymes coming faster than planes/smashing ur brains

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I dropped it and gave the whole world my germs

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mustache and a big nose,

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

We can fuck up our brains

One verse is all it takes

High: that's why they call us planes

Just to fuck with your brains