This is a song about "Intelligence"

Not king james, these were coke kings

Unmatched to my intelligence

Enlightened by my intelligence,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

With speech impediments and i bet he'll still wreak intelligence

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Rapping with pure intelligence,