This is a song about "Outgoing philosopher"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Sat down to talk to a mad scientist

Degrees of blunt scholar

My knees on the ground, dear father

Still i gotta sickening sight seared into my sage, no scholar

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

Remain somber, lead a scholar so he won't have to become a robber,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Fuck scholar ships. give me a holar heres some ballar tips.

I get on with my life as a scientist,

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

I think i beat you so easily because i'm a smart scholar,

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father