This is a song about "Multiplying dividing decimals"

I press him for decimals out the register tellin' him that

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

To understand the dividing lines and barriers that,

Off by decimals, a fellow vegetable

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

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