This is a song about "Multiplying and dividing decimals"

Look, by the end of this song

And once i'm dead and gone

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Know just what your worth

And their mothers and fathers

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

And remember what i said and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant