This is a song about "Elite dangerous"

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

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Indubitably i'm too street

79. i morph the elite,

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

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

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

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

"son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And its blatant i'm dangerous,

Or know them testament verses