This is a song about "Logic 301"

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

So imma act hard on whoever i want whenever i want cuz my logic

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

With no logic just bout who got shot or

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

You feel hot because you spitted logic lines and now your smiling

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Figuring how to transcript one's mind with a logic sanity