This is a song about "Physical and chemical changes"

The pains of growing old are physical and mental, true

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

The body count is the physical proof

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Chemical imbalance, apparatus to my madness

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

So here i am at the store for some chips

So much changes when you make meager decisions,

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

Embracing the changes puberty left my dick with

So step back a little i tried to be civil now im coming at cha faster then a missile

I'm simply too physical, mystical, sophistical, statistical, unpolitical, and lyrical

When all physical and trivial things serve as a crutch.

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much