This is a song about "Intelligence"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Coached for the brains, all they're used for is intelligence

Word flow and intelligence, i've got this perfect synergy.

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Intelligence through rhyme just give me a moment of your time,

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream