This is a song about "Logic 301"

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

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

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

"fuck haters or fuck yourself" well, thats my logic.

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

Yo im tossin sick exotic topics, like im tossin toxic, my hyperbolic, logic, mind

Like i no longer existed mysteriously missingalthough i'm worldwide baby i ain't hard to find

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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