This is a song about "Science of sound"

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I hate the sound of fireworks and smelling propane.

But now invisible cells around your brain

So just dance to the sound of the church bells chime

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Doppler, effect is distortion of the sound

Cause everytime you come around

Guess they ran out of options

Without the sound of guns

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Flow of a librarian, its science, salarian, slice it up caesarean,

The sound of the fire burning, is the only sound i'll ever be hearing,

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening