This is a song about "Fractions and decimals"

I'mma sign that work and release that

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

For the low that nine cheap

And stop playing hide and seek,

Put the purp in the blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Me and my peeps often meet

They laugh and scream and leap

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

And pissing red, white, and blue