This is a song about "Multiplied by the number of undiscovered minus the existence of dinosaur"

See seas of c's when a's didn't have to be minus

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune

Thousands of people slammed by the typhoon

Confused state of mind, my existence, undefined

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Only grasped by the heights of pharoahs

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

But we save the card, the charred cold existence

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I am approached by the curve of the earth

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men