This is a song about "Isaac turner"

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

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

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

How they slapping hoes like ike turner

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

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