This is a song about "How a dependant variable depends on an independant variable"

And then along came the wrong man for her

But fuck im on an a endeavor

So stop worrying about me and sympathize with the instrumental/

I dont care how low a level i must stoop to get you stupid on my own level

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid

I'm a crack-a-lator, an agitator, on top of a masturbator, posing as a vibrator.

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

May not be the brightest but ive never ever failed

Whatever you say, never depends cause i give you haters a taste

It all depends on the person you want to be

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Ironic how heart, and an instrumental are vital