This is a song about "Integers multiply and divide"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I learned how to take one and divide him from the fake ones,

You can't divide me by a even, even when trying to use division

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

You tryna multiply? well ill divide ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

Every day we multiply,

And i know that your supply