This is a song about "Imaginary numbers"

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/

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

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

So beautiful you would think it was imaginary.

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone