This is a song about "Imaginary numbers"

So beautiful you would think it was imaginary.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

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

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

Chomping at your oxygen chords

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

U got one more chance to repent to forget your sins and worship who died and persecuted for you

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

In numbers as her body decomposed.