This is a song about "Aeronautical engineering"

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Physical fitness, home economics

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

But he don't rule a thing

I've made it in the building

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Genious brilliance core,leaving screaming for more,

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building