This is a song about "Theoretical and experimental probability"

(experimental rhyming)

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Indubitably i'm too street

And kill yourself and your clique

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And i'm dizzy and spinning

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And put it together