This is a song about "Benefits of intelligence"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

You should forever remember your benefits

They bringing me fish and chips

Unmatched to my intelligence

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

No benefits still a white boy never hissy fit

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

I'll crucify the good lord and take his heavenly benefits

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks