This is a song about "Intelligence"

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Been spending most our lives

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

I bet they care about intelligence, all they want is brain/

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

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

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