This is a song about "Fractions divide us all"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Adding all this up, its hard to see us as equal

All these false idols tryna lead us but its all pretend,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Guiding us all to better places

All this kush got us prayin jesus

Always knew where the pot was

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

A beacon to the world you stand over us all