This is a song about "Guru"

So what you've heard is the fix like super

Truder i'm sitting stupor don't need a tutor

Tech nine for punchlines, hopsin for quick blows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Nascar’s on bitch, i’m the rap version of dale earnhardt

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

I use it wise, there's no excuse why you're music's stinkin

All i need is a kilo, an apron

Im spittin sick wisdom like a shaman

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

Im a fucking angel, call me cherubic

You guys about as threatenin as benign tumors

It's oldschoolfuture, here to tutor these pussy losers

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm burning up, slow-ely. hope somebody notices me.