This is a song about "Intellagince"

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,