This is a song about "Intelligence"

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Rapping with pure intelligence,

While scheming on hits

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits