This is a song about "Three laws of motion"

And broke multiple laws

And of course, my car's off course

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And the reason that i'm going

That causes the fucking motion

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

At the age of fuckin three

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Ahead of the game fuckin yo mom with three chains on