This is a song about "Graph"

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

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

And then along came the wrong man for her