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

Placement on the pavement killing you is too blatant

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm done hittin' the pavement, so i'm gonna be takin' your placement

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

And when i do sleep, oh when i do.

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

My style is on point like a decimal,