This is a song about "Prodigy"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Elevating syllables and crafting myself a prodigy,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

I'm a prodigy, shit a legend in the making