This is a song about "Buckminster fuller"

Look a little deeper

That damier bag i bought her

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Away on my pad and i never get my fingers jammed cos i

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I'm like an anchor when i rap, i sink deeper

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

Ima do this for on a magic carpet

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

And it's bringing me deeper to that frown that couldn't be cheaper