This is a song about "Intelligence"

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Rapping with pure intelligence,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

Intelligence level is lower than pedals