This is a song about "Isaac newton laws of motion"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So much depth of crime, i'm an empty mind. set described to violate laws

Royals foil the choices of pawns, im annoyed with their laws- the ghetto's a prison

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

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

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

"what seems to be the commotion? easy with ya motion!

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens