This is a song about "Multiplying and dividing decimals"

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

And their mothers and fathers

Uzi pop, you news and choppers

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Marshmallows inside my pen

And get it again and again

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I regret some shit i did

And like to boast and brag

She always comin back

I have one stack of cash i have 17 dollars addin by multiplying,

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying