This is a song about "Sir isaac newton"

I fucking hate this job

Yes sir on the track i float

While you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

You were like sir that's very rude,

I must go like fly route

But who the fuck cares sir?

Poke out from behind her

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Chop her up and dime her, im chapel retired im signed sir,

Cause it's like you're my mirror

But do you smoke crack sir?

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

At the root of the tree that isaac newton