This is a song about "Intelligence"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,