This is a song about "Aquinas argument"

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

That's your opinion, son, i'm giving the facts

Flowing in space saying goodbye

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

They say that i never cease to amaze

I wonder how he kept that like a shoe case

Your whole crew gunna claim treason

Two reflections into one

Penetratin' you dick heads in an instant like catheters, my thesis

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

And make me end up like the 16th street baptist church case

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

I understand what your saying