This is a song about "Particles and mixtures"

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause some of you bitches funny

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

As: i know just what you mean

Living young and wild and free

God mc oh my god you gotta see

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts