This is a song about "Fusion cac"

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Gonna yamoto on your face cause i got a fusion core

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Nearing the conclusion so it's time to start the fusion

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Love is a fusion of nuisance and putrid muses like cupid