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

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Mass increases, attracting light,

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Or let the mob handle that

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Recording this conservation, and their snipers cock and fire

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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