This is a song about "Multiplying and dividing integers"

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And that i spent the night with her

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Cold, my style making my nose run

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I wish i could live with no fear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening