This is a song about "Multiplying dividing adding subtracting integers"

Look around: we the largest in the game

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

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

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Adding all this up, its hard to see us as equal

Rap life causing stress and adding to the pressure

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

//adding more to it, switched up the flow towards the end- gonna build up on it