This is a song about "Isaac hull"

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Hole in the hull, busted ship

Ya....isick(isaac) like im newton

Miami nights, ain't another one