This is a song about "Ian is dyslexic"

I have more hunger for battle than a starving dyslexic bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

To the miners, cus mine is

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

What is it? it is nothing,

Time is automatic

Pose, click, pose, click

My rhymes is wicked my rhymes is whack,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Cash is overflowing

Get off a key like i can’t sing