This is a song about "Laws of motion"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Fuckin with my emotions while we fuck in this motion

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Of a terrible notion,there was no hemoglobin,in motion

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

That gets all these bitches startled in motion

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

But it's still cool just to dream man because

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

More like dick perpetual motion