This is a song about "Intelligence"

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

We vegetables, on them record labels

That you obviously have no intelligence

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I bet they care about intelligence, all they want is brain/

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around