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

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Mass increases, attracting light,

Which you know i'm different, right

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

And the mass of my tec will cause massive effect

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Nigga tighten your jaw

Hard to follow unwritten law