This is a song about "Science research"

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

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

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

My life story ain't science fiction it's a struggle between

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

And these artists don't need me they already rich

And when i kick you to the ground, i'm shouting "science bitch"

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

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Attack with abstract research backed

Then i bet he be cracked