This is a song about "Buckminster fuller"

Blow off that meter, don't be eager, and dont stop neither (shit man gotta dig deeper)

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

Planes packed with blow im piloting

Go pop some pills or something

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Spit the truth, deeper meaning expressed, rugged man,

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Fuckin outta luck n like a wide receiver seepin deeper