This is a song about "Fractions to decimals"

To try and violate me to.

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

To get to hold your hand

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

To reality and to the facts

You, you, you have to pay for that

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Off by decimals, a fellow vegetable

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

As i light one for ill will

To skate to my full potential-