This is a song about "Intelligence"

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Unmatched to my intelligence

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I tried to find your intelligence, but it couldn't be found,

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional