This is a song about "Discrete probabilty"

Maybe next time you choose to speak your words willbe more discrete

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Shit man guess we dreamt too much,at least we didnt clutch and just leave and march

Don't care if its discrete or if even seven people evily watch,

And force yourself to stay close but keep your anger discrete,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

But i cant give much (ish) away cause im tryin to be discrete

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Go find rhymes that aren't discrete and find time to make them neat

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

She told me everything that she normally kept discrete,

Don't discrete, started in the street, neva tryna cheat

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed