This is a song about "Math city"

Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

He was very clever in english science and math

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

I thought van-city was home

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

Double m self made we forever rich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college