This is a song about "Quantom gen"

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Or generate the next line,

Corduroys, cam will shine

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Get the best progress more

They fiend in the door

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

Trying to give them light and a message

You're uncool like my mother kin

Limitation to feed my creation,

Now this ain't a fuckin' speech, but this is immortal knowledge,

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

83. wanna know me? i'm the worst creation,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin