This is a song about "Intelligence"

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years