This is a song about "Wilmington mustache brains"

She got grove st. on replay

But someday my brains gonna pay

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Do i give em a thanks or slaughter their brains,

Uh, your brains will blow up just like fireworks

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And leave no remains fuck it ill even eat your brains

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Splattered his brains all over the place

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Pain n drugs leavin our brains to rot

This is the part where we run hip hop

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

When in fact its your chains that are limiting our brains