This is a song about "Large hadron collider"

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Delivering raps with large blast causing internal brain blast,i'm always leaving

Neighbors start to raid with pickets, all ordered large

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

To real life: large minds abroad the hardship of hard times

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Perched on a large arch, lurking on ten restless guards,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Divide you from me, thats a large quotient,

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Most of y'all got large mouths, probably from suckin' cock,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Too complex like a bunch of large ass giants