This is a song about "Conceptual physics"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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

And like mos def's mathematics,teach you physics

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

With deep conceptual lines, nice and divine

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks