This is a song about "Newtons 2nd law of motion"

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

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

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

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

Of a terrible notion,there was no hemoglobin,in motion

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

See my hands start to shake

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

That gets all these bitches startled in motion

That'll be slowing the motion of the flowing ive woven

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

September 2nd will go down in history