This is a song about "Multiply"

Every day we multiply,

That got your mother high

You tryna multiply? well ill divide ya

Used to call me the african don dada

All i really know is that i gotta master flow, police throw me on the ice then i wasnt so nice,

But u got only two holes son..well.. ur a true whore cuz every multi i spit ur holes multiply twice/

But then they multiply

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high