This is a song about "Digital information"

Too much information?

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

No education, we lack information, no wonder we hardly could stop segregation,

A digital visuals about to appear

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

From the conversation, but i did not mind, because i was still getting, the information

Surfaced in the game with a barrage of information,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Cause this album pack enough evil

Vital information for survival,

My researched information,

Where god at? i need to call him