This is a song about "The structure of the atom"

All we do is work white, sorta like a dentist

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Explode/ like atom bombs, my future drastic

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

But he's small and got a structure

Proves that ignorance is bliss

The name of the game is

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Shaved of the face of the earth

He lying i’m on papers

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

This my album, and when your parents try to come around