This is a song about "Ion science"

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Ion let commercials play me, neva eva chased the fame...

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Ion trust him cause he always laying chicks

But ion show no love g

Third ward general, young cash money

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Steady tryna beat but ion need a percussion

These acoustic threads are like academic science

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

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