This is a song about "Buckminster fuller"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Hand to hand in the cold

These wack bitches getting old

Now u want me no more

So tell me why are we at war

As a monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Since i was a day old,

Black woman you cold

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

With my hot flow larger than womans emotions.

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

I say that the pool is closed

True player, cory mo cold as hell

I killed more time, more crack to sell