This is a song about "Enlightened conciousness"

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

That is when my rhymes condense and start to become more enlightened

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Or a yoda, like yofti, enlightened, like a yogi

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Open minded, enlightened

Not king james, these were coke kings

Enlightened by my intelligence,

They gon' love me for my ambition

You feel enlightened when i'm writin'