This is a song about "Expressions base power square root inverse relationship exponent exponential expressions"

I think about the effect that "this" have on my relationship

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Now the corners close in on me, now i'm too square,

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Never wrong at any level

Money is the root of evil.

But i know i see better days

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Or do the inverse n loose you self in the universe.

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

I could tell from what that classmate told me and from your facial expressions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines