This is a song about "Algebra the part of mathematics in which letters and other general symbols are used to represent numbers and quantiles in formulate and equations"

Post cards and my letters

Talking about the god you serve

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Which you'd gladly be a part of, while i sit back relax and sip this smirnoff

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Big mac in one hand and the other givin' a salute, reminded me of nirvana

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

And your words are weapons, plus you feel that you represent,

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/

And in general they just take the piss

They for grossing a bigger business

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Know you are the king of kings and lord of lords in the book revelations god