This is a song about "The alphabet"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I could eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a smarter statement than that.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers