This is a song about "Multiplying and dividing integers"

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Talking of the gods you serve

And their mothers and fathers

There'd still be niggas out killing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

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

Living young and wild and free

Bitch, i might make you my baby

And kill yourself and your clique

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep