This is a song about "Identity property of math"

Our children must be taught, of africa

And bring that back to my property wit ya

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

You would definitely be able to retain your identity

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

They say with identity comes purpose

Here i go again, searching for love

The weed in me is real sticky

31. an unknown identity,

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

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

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

I'm doing shit i never might of did

The after math arithmetic,