This is a song about "Logic and skizzy mars"

63. to ever take a logic beat and disaster it,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

With no logic just bout who got shot or

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

I'm that nigga blessed with the knowledge and logic that psychics own

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

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

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

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

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

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit