This is a song about "Newton laws"

Shots, they back and forth

And broke multiple laws

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

I've read huey p. newton, listened to malcolm speak,

Im actually, pissed off at these laws if money shines bright we'd be the moth

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun