This is a song about "Intelligence"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

And the v12, that's on various trips

Enlightened by my intelligence,

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

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

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean