This is a song about "Being a genius"

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash

I can have some type of comfort when a genius really needs it

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

They be saying jesus, is the best, he's a genius

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Cause i'm a lyrical genius the meanest

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts