This is a song about "Logical fallacies"

Whatever the fallacies

4-3... yea, remember that please

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I got used of winning as if it's methodical so be logical

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

All you spitting is a lie, and fucking fallacies.

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

As i light one for ill will

My rhymes are logical,