This is a song about "Cooler then me"

Then there's me the neutral, mystical realistic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Left me twice then boom came this kid

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Me now, and me then, no symmetry

That's why i'm makin' money

You test with me then yes you're put rest then it's checkmate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

He threatened me, abused me, and then told a different story

The dips, consulted by the son of malachi york, doggy

Me now, and me then, no symmetry

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Better then me running up

That shit was wack as fuck

Reality, hopefully, i can be, more then me,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree