This is a song about "Do the math its theory of releativity"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

My talent should take me places i've never been

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Its become one of the routines

I'm why baby mommas leave

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

I wanted the money and never the fame

Its special, im the opposite of gentle

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Do the math, get the sum

Magic city tipping them