This is a song about "Benefits of being smart"

They tryin to say that i don't care

Just the fact of being there

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Of being rich and powerful

Cause instead of being that wasteful sperm

I killed my manager with an iron

See, and now life seem hard

You think you are all smart,

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird

And any connotation is viewed many ways

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Bring your pen and your weed stash