This is a song about "Can t take l s you get paid i can t tell"

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I can see my reality when i secretly tell you that i can read your mind

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

If i can take you in my sleep,

For the low that nine cheap

Better yet they work my every nerve

And it hurts, take the "t" from "trust" and just reverse,

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

You can probably tell,

Let me call that hotel

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

They say tvd can´t rap but they are handicapped,

I just write that right by a mic stand