This is a song about "Mean median and mode"

And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

And i mean every motherfuckin word

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Step to the plate and get a taste, i'm in battle mode

Right side, right side

And i mean really write

And i don't mean stimpy's friend, bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

And all i pray is someone know what i mean,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Leave other rappers alone, and see how mean you can get

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette