This is a song about "Physical science"

Extend the rhymes to fit your mental and physical,

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

If your spits were your physical reps

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Just use nounism and that will blow you mind like physical science

If your spits were your physical reps

And everybody's having sex

The body count is the physical proof

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes