This is a song about "Sports science"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

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

Even by science i'm breathing sinus it's all displayed

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

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,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Feels like i went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

These acoustic threads are like academic science

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

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