This is a song about "Imaginary numbers"

I trust you, you're my imaginary friend

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Love passion flashin gassin fibonacci sequence spiral numbers frivolous

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Proportions of the profit, runnin' numbers in a circle,

Your so damn soft,thats why im sleeping on you,might go into a coma and still be beating on you

Rappin every word in my vocabulary whis is so imaginary cause i'm makin it true

Propose/ satanic dealings behind imaginary fabrics

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost