This is a song about "Identity property of math"

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Enough to bring pain to citizens on public property

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

To divide and conquer like math equations

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

If you aint talking money bitch don't step up to my property

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Do the math, get the sum

So keep fronting till my peeps come