This is a song about "Wilmington mustache brains"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

Put your brains on the curb

Making a movie, spike work

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Screamed my brains out at my mother

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Blow your brains out, set you on fire

We can fuck up our brains

And i ain't got what it takes

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

It's dangerous, the game is a test to our blank brains,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Do i give em a thanks or slaughter their brains,

When in fact its your chains that are limiting our brains

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes