This is a song about "Mathematical properties"

Mathematical mastery, move aside peasantry

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The fraud that comes from straw cities, i'll burn you and your properties

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

See the streets to me is more like a mathematical figure,

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

So fuck ya, fuck my dick, you can fuckin ride fuckin me in this mathematical bitch!

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Notation of a mathematical dilation. push, provoke the big red round button

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb