This is a song about "Add and subtract must have a common denominator multiply straight across never devide"

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

I freak-a-leek with this technique and add another loss to ya streak,

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

And who stands over there, across the board there goes a donkey

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

But i have a good mind and common sense,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Been a star since i was back in one time

Add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And realize youll never have a rap thats "ill"