This is a song about "Graph"

And i just want to hold her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

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