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

I love you only aid for you y

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from