This is a song about "Tinicum arts and science"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Even by science i'm breathing sinus it's all displayed

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

He was very clever in english science and math