This is a song about "Matter cannot be created nor destroyed"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

My lines created on papers to be honest is a sensation

Everybody is created

I just wanna be higher than that

Like a broken record i cannot be played

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

I ---still---- got that maneuver that cannot be used by any user

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I cannot explain, i cannot.

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

They had discovered how matter can't be broken, now them bums