This is a song about "Fraction decimal percentages"

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

You dont know the half of the fraction smooth no traction

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Why can't we plain disqualify my percentages of forty nine,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

My style is on point like a decimal,

Heavyweight raps in action they lack the fraction

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Smash mouth action, making sure yo now a fraction, send you out packing

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman