This is a song about "The super trio"

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Its cause im super crazed

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Get some super glue, and stick your face to the blue page,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

The super beast with a suited suite it's stupid sweet

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

And i'm the super-learning device.