This is a song about "The binding of isaac"

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Cause america the terror of,

In the heat of the summer,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

At the root of the tree that isaac newton

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

20 racks really thats sneaker money

To the rigors of the industry

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

The name of the game is

That shit look like it’s raks fifth