This is a song about "Later nerds"

Murder y’all now, laugh later

Of impactful things one can ask for

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Nerds who claim war with me?

Summertime in the city

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My words are weapons im disectin the nerds im wrecking

When i step to the mic i instantly crack nerds

Love my women with high heels and high standards

I can do all that other shit later

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

That try to chase these skirts

Nah bro, that crap is just for nerds

We're livin' wrong before your god see a proverb

Feeding feins my words these nerds converse upon a curb