This is a song about "Nikola tesla"

Third ward general, young cash money

Shady, fifty, d.r.e., d o double g,

Worked up from the very bottom now i'm fucking g/

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

My guess is probably einstein

You better get yours fore i reach mine

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I mean surely you see you can't be hurting a g

G stands for g.a.y not genius

I've got muslims calling on jesus

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Ill hit ya with rhymes that matter another factor laughter chitter chatter after

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

I mega-sword her with my megazord, i'm godzilla, you stegosaurus.