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

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw