This is a song about "I m intelligent"

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

& i don't care bou't you know / it's intelligent brain

I"m the designated driver

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...