This is a song about "Particals and pure substances and mixtures and compunds and atoms"

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Living young and wild and free

The very definition of pure love and complete acceptance,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

It's funny the vibration of your atoms shake the earth at its foundations and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And kill yourself and your clique

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet