This is a song about "Lecturer"

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Maybe i’ll just call her spock, because all i see is her jaw

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

They cringin at the singing i deliver

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

I am up in a booth, g-dep special deliver...

A flying tiger paw/bone cracks inside ur jaw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

But im the clear winner, whats left to deliver

Cant tell secrets cause people just tell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well