This is a song about "Artificial intelligence"

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

I'm on deck i'm up next

Then artificial regrets

Rapping with pure intelligence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

With speech impediments and i bet he'll still wreak intelligence

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Your rap lines are artificial anyways- shasta