This is a song about "Fractions to decimals"

Don't want to go to hell

And i ain't goin' well

Now you have to bury me to!

I was twelve when the gunned you

To rap to my full potential

Lady at the frank stand will

We're made for each other

To complain to him or her

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You need to stick to balling

To stay true to the crew

What preceded was the clue

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

And it rules everything around them

To beat or not to beat/

From the back seat, back seat