This is a song about "Isaac newton"

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Riding around with ms. reece and them

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

On the bible you can run

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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