This is a song about "Pi vs imaginary"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Masons, pi equations and how were labeled by our races!

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Start the imaginary vynal, never idle, but i might pretend

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Theres imaginary blood and theres something tappin

Nobody ain't own us yet

Vs me taking a step