This is a song about "Genius hour"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Cause when i bust my raps i'm a fucking genius

A three minded genius who's never low

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Immaculate conception of the hip hop genius

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I step out of the shower in about one hour

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Sitting in the corner tweaking hour by hour

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I'm the one, and the only rap genius,

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,