This is a song about "Parentheses exponents multiplication division addition and substraction"

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

And in addition to all the racialism

And it rules everything around them

That'd give you an addition, originality, and a boost to make you a legend//

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

An addition to art that will never drop or stop

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

The innocent children, driven in the wrong division