This is a song about "Logical fallacies"

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

Whatever the fallacies

That'll do anything that i 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

My rhymes are logical,

I don't need no single

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

All you spitting is a lie, and fucking fallacies.