This is a song about "Imaginary numbers"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

The crown ruler is back

Numbers don't i see that?

Mo' green numbers than the matrix

Look, need to call it quits