This is a song about "New ideas"

You good man, we don't want you

Don't think this oppression's new,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

New targets when i see new faces

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

My ideas bout to be in the marketplace like a dog shoo

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

Time to go find someone new

I'm here tryin' to pull you through