This is a song about "Elite dangerous"

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Harvard's elite and pseud-intellectuals had it for ninety years,

Courses through our veins, pain's insane, dangerous,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

79. i morph the elite,

I keep my money neat

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Miami nights, ain't another one

Imma a dangerous person

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Sustaining entertainment cause i'm dangerous,

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Like freud my style got a dangerous method