This is a song about "Law of conservation of mass"

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

That's my cash flow; the mass of the ass attached to my last hoe

Make them more insecure when they caught one

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Physically i disrupt the law,

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw