This is a song about "Science cell parts"

And i wanted all parts of her

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

These acoustic threads are like academic science

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Left to fester in a prison cell

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tactical, my brains cell are individual