This is a song about "The philosophical science of potatoes and whipped cream"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

Motherfuckers been knowin' i'm ill and drop the science,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

But... what's oreo without the cream?