This is a song about "Intelligence"

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

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I am the up and coming, the new intelligence

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

Rapping with pure intelligence,

I can taste the salt from my tears

I sence,nonsense in the face of "intelligence"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Enlightened by my intelligence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

Unmatched to my intelligence

Got racks, ain’t talking tits