This is a song about "Buckminster fuller"

Perceptions without defects can be further off the trail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Raps richer than merchants,but i throw lines of emergence.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

You have lifted us to a greater height

Still the man with the pan

The greatest thoughts of man,

There's a timer, i can catch a whiff of thrill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I’m richer than celebs,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense