This is a song about "Integers real rational irrational ehole numbers"

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

In numbers as her body decomposed.

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,

Numbers don't i see that?

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Fracturing bones, acting irrational on my own

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

The numbers burst my head

Finding more light to shed