This is a song about "Isaac turner"

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

How they slapping hoes like ike turner

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

Convertibles with turbo jets

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Riding around with ms. reece and them

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