This is a song about "Ph scale and how it helps scientists"

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

In these rhymes i will tell it... tell it how it was and how it ought to be

And why the hell am i locked in jail

My intellect wasn't diagnosed to scale

Like how everyone's a rapper and people think i imitate it.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Check out my scrotum and how it sags,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,

Cos it reminds her of her dad helps her rewind the time

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

I'm back on my sixty six six shit