This is a song about "Points of concurrency"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I got two points before i hit the next level

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Rig the booths to make any and all points moot

Me and you just need to talk a bit

I get my points across and say shit

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Ive been in points in my life, where i dont whats right,

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight