This is a song about "Iq lacking"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Theyre lacking not on my level nope nobodys matching

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Over your head, like you don't got a fuckin' iq

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. i bet my shit now recognized

And getting money is the song i sing

Cause i want iq just to have that feeling

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love