This is a song about "Adding rational numbers"

Girls on the street asking for numbers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That's adding insult to injury

A rational b j given by your raps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Chomping at your oxygen chords

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns