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

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And i'm not fly nor do i wish that i will ever be

My decisions cannot be swayed, only thing left for me to do is hit upgrade.

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

To show what i created

Everybody wasted faded, faded

All im meant to be, cause matter follows a pattern perpetually

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Nah, i ain't even gonna pretend that you fought. my ideas are not something that cannot be bought.

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

I cannot explain, i cannot.

He say, she say, oh my god