This is a song about "Multiplying and dividing decimals"

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

And like to boast and brag

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

If he does my soul to keep

And stop playing hide and seek,

All my real motherfuckin partners

And their mothers and fathers

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

And get it again and again

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

Off by decimals, a fellow vegetable

To make karma come faster than she normally will