This is a song about "Research at belllabs"

We all know 12 is where its at

Where the black girls get their weaves back

To love me at all at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

But who am i just a man,don't follow me,do your own research instead you swallow these

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Attack with abstract research backed

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Being fly was priority to the lowest

Swinging at open wounds at the wrist

And i got that bait, they all bad

I dont know where my pencils at!?