This is a song about "Fuck science"

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

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

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

He was very clever in english science and math

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Even by science i'm breathing sinus it's all displayed

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

My life story ain't science fiction it's a struggle between

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

And when i kick you to the ground, i'm shouting "science bitch"