This is a song about "Love intelligence beauty"

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Intelligence in him you would swear einstein spitting

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Your beauty was as resourceful as a river

Enlightened by my intelligence,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

That you obviously have no intelligence

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little