This is a song about "Chemistry of words"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

You see i have a plethora of ineffable words

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Words flowing like the city of venice

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

All of these words spewing out my mouth