This is a song about "Genius in the makin"

Let me kill em in a second when i’m makin the best tunes,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

You've opened the genius cranium, theres no tamin em

New sheriff's in town i'm makin the rounds.

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

All the genius in the dirt that's been lost in the mix up

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Genius, what's the reason that jesus father needs money for?

But i'm back, g, makin' the game reek of cat pee.

Once as a slave who imagined being free