This is a song about "Artificial intelligence"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Intelligence through rhyme just give me a moment of your time,

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

So here i am at the store for some chips

That you obviously have no intelligence

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Playing the simple minded that's blinded by the pearly gates,

Coached for the brains, all they're used for is intelligence

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Your rap lines are artificial anyways- shasta

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Word flow and intelligence, i've got this perfect synergy.