This is a song about "Artificial intelligence"

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Then artificial regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting