This is a song about "Materials engineering"

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Everyone who know me call me fucking genius

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I got high analysis a lyrical graduate.

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Yet it's crazy his rap development was never arrested

Going back, evaluating each lines of pure genius.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

I have a welcome gift don't even need a lengthy rap

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

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