This is a song about "Ernest rutherford"

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

She payed me at a steady rate,

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Her heart rate slows to normal

Never wrong at any level

Took your rattle, bib, book and paddle so you have to improvise

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Of masc to the field and double to the r

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Then pop the pain killers at a rate like i'm illiterate

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I have risen the rate of mortality.