This is a song about "Elite dangerous"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

79. i morph the elite,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Sustaining entertainment cause i'm dangerous,

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

As i coordinate the perfect feature

Sprinting creature that defeats the elite cheater,

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love