This is a song about "Strength vs intelligence"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

That you obviously have no intelligence

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

Kick back and know yo son set

Vs me taking a step

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Dont have the strength to eat

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Ur strength slipping from both hands/