This is a song about "Sound waves with physics"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

And like mos def's mathematics,teach you physics

Not of sound mind eatin liver with some fava beans

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Im a king no crown,bada bing but no sound,adlibs with no pro nouns,

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Outdoors got the heat waves from these j's

Whenever i will come with sound you will praise me

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

The death of intelligence, replaced by radio and audio waves