This is a song about "Nuclear physics"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

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

Nuclear heat burning up like radon

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

So go ask your physics teacher, then go check your resources

I am on with physics and pause my tone

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position