This is a song about "How to graph a parabola"

Rappers in life dont have a clue how to stop me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Who only knows how to flow like a dopey keyboard marketer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

How to fix this, need a mechanic/ if only recovery was automatic/

Learn how to play the fool at a young age,"

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

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

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting