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

And you don't know how it feels to be a og

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

It's a mystery how you came to be

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