This is a song about "Finding the arch length of a circle"

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

You'll think it was a flute by the length that i must roll blunts

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Together all the timethought it was true love

I exist in-between a circle of moments,

Face down then ass up these hoes keep a good arch

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day