This is a song about "Prodigy"

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

The lyrically prodigy has arisen among you.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

No room for democracies he's the prodigy and that's his great monopolies,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

It's him, it's me, the one holy, prodigy stashing keys like secrete

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I'm a bok fu prodigy, smack you up with words

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You are all just wannabe's who see me as a prodigy/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

A troubled family, wealthy parents living prodigy..

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You can't mimic be possibly, im a cynical prodigy