This is a song about "Ion science"

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Steady tryna beat but ion need a percussion

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Ion do fake friends ; couse they different from their claims

Ion know but just have a clue of whatever you do

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

-ion rising up when the playing with gram tens