This is a song about "Identity property of math"

I am a storm so do the math.

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Flenglan vesofen don't mean anything/ it's not even an identity/

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

To rap while cursed by math

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Educate yourselves, of africa

And bring that back to my property wit ya

Do the math, get the sum

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

I think found where your mind was

From this identity crisis.......