This is a song about "Graph"

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.

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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