This is a song about "Acceleration force gravity mass weight velocity friction newton speed enforce motion"

Friction never in the pistons

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Let's proceed to my execution speed.

We could rub together, and make friction

We pray while we prey on competition

High like i defy gravity,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Cold, my style making my nose run

I've reached terminal velocity

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I am writing a song at velocity

Yeah, now i’m dropping lines like gravity/

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money