This is a song about "The three laws of newton"

Normally i order three or four of these

I'm everything that they call nice

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

We three gonna be the next leaders

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

So rebellious i'm making the laws of gravity grievous

At the age of fuckin three

Mama made her pretty

Royals foil the choices of pawns, im annoyed with their laws- the ghetto's a prison

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

So step back sacrap an resite your rap, come spitting back when ya got something decent not whack,

That was the sonic art form of rhyming and poetry, and it is abbreviated in three letters r-a-p

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on