When I rhyme, it's like I'm givin' a gift to the masses
I don't talk about money or bitches shakin' they asses
Y'all should be takin' classes instead of fillin' ya glasses
And droppin bullshit that you think is a classic
Study mathematics or solids, liquids, and gasses
Learn how to invest and you'll protect ya assets
When ya life passes, did you really have access?
And did it really matter who's car was the fastest?
I'm tired of these bastards always tryin' gas us
When we look them in the eye, they won't pass us
Cause we the masters and they just past tense