This is a song about "Integers multiply and divide"

Every day we multiply,

And in fact i can’t deny

All i really know is that i gotta master flow, police throw me on the ice then i wasnt so nice,

But u got only two holes son..well.. ur a true whore cuz every multi i spit ur holes multiply twice/

Without the sound of guns

Divide you in 2 sections

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

For no reason, ain't the best of the times, address the divide