This is a song about "Log functions"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

What’s up dull ? log out kid and i will tell your mama to buy you a doll

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

Fading into the fog just another name in the log of the city registrar

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Click right,log out get out of my sight,go quit