This is a song about "Newton s third law"

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple