This is a song about "Adding rational numbers"

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

Adding fuel to the fire only made his hell worse

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

It's only rational to follow a trendsetter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

Nigga everything is purple, and these mc's is urkel

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

She always comin back

Numbers don't i see that?

We should fuck each others mothers

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink