This is a song about "Information"

My researched information,

Catch you up on places i've been

Surfaced in the game with a barrage of information,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Somehow i manged to access this information in my brain,

Too much information?

Got me rushed to the station

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

And for your fucken information fool

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain