This is a song about "Historical data streams"

The sickest king who's kickin' green and stackin' all the frickin' streams,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Im floatin down the streams

Gotta go, let her leave

But there's more than just some data on the disk at stake

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That was rhetorical i am historical as will be my memorial

I'm authentic so real you faint even replace i collect data just call it sample space

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain