This is a song about "Logic so tors"

Study so so hard this shit craze/

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Oldest nation on this earth

So many amateurs

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

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

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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