This is a song about "Midpoint geometry"

Finish high school, study for physics

Got a nigga seein things

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

With bombs strapped to me, attached to my anatomy

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Nothing to yall but try to see it from my angle of view

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

From any angle, you can't handle my diddy bop/

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

My brain stem is skewed, so expect cadence imbued with it's arrangement

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I am on with physics and pause my tone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home