This is a song about "Spread of enlightment ideas"

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Spread the word, 'cause i'm in

What up girl, tell me how you been

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Now witness word of me spread like syphilis

I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

It's a way to spread ideas that i strongly believe

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe