This is a song about "Archimedes"

My game is harsh, like the third reich

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Thats the one im serving,no need for theory hit it end today and it will end this way

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Aristotle has arrived

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I hear plato, and socrates, arguing with aristotle,

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal