This is a song about "Graph"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Your level of slut's off the graph, call you uncharted/

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her