This is a song about "My philosophy"

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

I am nothing because of the general philosophy of people trying to bring me down.i am

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But this ain't no philosophy so don't worry about the jets

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My own unknown is my enemy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry