Your fame is temporary like weather which changes every second, which means your forgotten like this guy:

Continuing off from the last line, as your shits wack my man Mos' stuff is felt by the people in their hearts like a ventricle which are two large chambers in the heart that receive blood from the atrium.

Weak MC’s raps aren’t any good as they can’t even follow the simple principle’s of MC'ing so they are expelled by that very principle. In short: Your shit wack son!

Stating on the previous line, to not get your “cure” (weed) from schoolboy comets in which states to not only as it being childish but nonexistent. So you blaze on heavy marijuana instead of bumpin this ill shit.

Again stating his connection with the ghetto youth. He’s also saying his music is so addictive to make you move, you’ll need a cure just to stop.

Mos continues to go H.A.M. as his ghetto black style get’s heat like getting blazed and the praise of weed.

Not only do most people relate to Mos Def’s music they be feelin that wicked flow. Course if you don’t know greatness when you see it you should spin it back a few times till ya do. Ya straight?

Mos schools peons those he see’s as such to his skill which flow’s for eons (For millennium’s and such), plus he is beyond your understanding of skill.

Mos Def is fantastic the Fantastic 5 and like Brooklyn’s ghetto, which he reps here and in almost every song he’s on.

Then he follows it up sequentially with a reference to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five who are from the Bronx, or B'Lawn.