This is a song about "Zinger"

Thought i was fucking smart

Soon as we start

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

That you thought were smart, until they had a brain wash,

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Im pretty smart, my mind is sharp

If you were smart then you would run.

But somehow it made them listen

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Then i'll maneuver 'n' twist / with my peculiar wit