This is a song about "Nikola tesla"

Pullin all switches, but its now my turn.

So in layman’s terms my words burn

Bars designed to turn back time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Open up your contacts then scroll

18 year sentence with no parole

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Man of the year muh-man of the year/

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

We call energy floating and fluctuating in flux poetry, whoa its me.

This is my day year long

We at the top where we belong

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Make nigga turn his rage on