This is a song about "Intellect"

To pic up the pen said "microphone check" and arrange my intellect

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

If you had the proper intellect you'd know when ta show respect

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I get respect from g's and leave a coward with a broken intellect

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

I recollect the aspect of your neglect , said i didn't have the intellect

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

My intellect wasn't diagnosed to scale

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

To figure out, that i'm the biggest terror intellect

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left