This is a song about "Multiplying and dividing integers"

So you finally got the nerve

And their mothers and fathers

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Picasso without paint i'm /great like the dividing range/*

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

I don't care what it did to them

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And stop playing hide and seek,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Living young and wild and free

But we should be body to body