This is a song about "The benefits of intelligence"

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Rapping with pure intelligence,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'll crucify the good lord and take his heavenly benefits

Intelligence through rhyme just give me a moment of your time,

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves

You'll be pressured as the seconds tick, so surrender your benefits

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Intelligence level is lower than pedals

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

People laugh at the intelligence, seem to be mean

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream