This is a song about "A math problem that has an equal sign"

As i light one for ill will

Faggots think that they deserve equal

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Now the devil has a contract to sign

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Therefore it's a sign that you even don't belong to men

Let me put my funk on this one time

Faggot you wont have a sign

But everything has an equal and opposite reaction

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

They'll put a quick single on itunes, and you don't find that a problem?

Sent from a heart that has been broken.

When they here today what you say to them