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

Grab the scissors and saws and

So dunn stay silent

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Gets him his coffee? thats nothing to proud about thats nothing to be loud about

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

And get it again and again

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,