This is a song about "Atomic fusion"

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

That grows under my skin, it's infectious, atomic vomit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.

On a pop track, then exploded like i was atomic/

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Gonna yamoto on your face cause i got a fusion core

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Till im cosigned or resigned atomic like thymine and iodine

That grows under my skin, it's infectious, atomic vomit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion