This is a song about "Information"

Somehow i manged to access this information in my brain,

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

I've been told false information and lies

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Surfaced in the game with a barrage of information,

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

From the conversation, but i did not mind, because i was still getting, the information

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

And they'll know if you try to leave out information

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Information not valuable oxygen will be taxable

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle