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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

And when you actin up thats when you got jacked up

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

And getting your pad invaded, bout to be levitated off the scaffolding placement

Streets is calling you

And when you’ve been through

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Making fillers and pillars the ranked killers, when

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

I put you on that pedestal

My style is on point like a decimal/