This is a song about "Decimal placement when multiplying and dividing"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up

Placement on the pavement killing you is too blatant

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I have one stack of cash i have 17 dollars addin by multiplying,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

When im hazed and dazed