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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Attracting and absorbing atoms

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Every night i stroke hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

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

Living young and wild and free

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold