This is a song about "Magnitude and direction"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

In less then four seconds, so change your direction

A bit of direction so people stop guessing the meaning

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

Work stress gives me direction

Class is in session