This is a song about "Fractions and decimals"

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

It shows i know a bit

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And some strawberries and some chocolate

My shit was submarine like, under ship