This is a song about "X rays wilhelm roentgen"

I slapped an x on your head

Holla out my set

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Of everyones time, we want to build diffrent kind of rays

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Wake up universe x2

Sweet, okay makes sense

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My biography follows the footsteps of malcolm x

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense