This is a song about "Algebra 2"

Without the sound of guns

Divide you in 2 sections

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Colosseum cell bars, 2 men enter no space

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Don't you fall from grace

This ain't fuckin algebra! grab that canister of money and get some new stamina/

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

I feel they praisin too much