This is a song about "Chemical bond chemical equation coefficient compound molecule conservation of mass reactant product subscript"

They say i was designed to be a product of environment/

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

What you spit is sign of the coefficient of viscosity,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

So lets get drunk on it's chemical burns

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops