This is a song about "Finding the y intercept slope"

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

If you believe then you can achieve

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there