This is a song about "Polynomial factoring"

A leap forward payback for all his sin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Third shifter's arrive the sesh is on fire

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You dealing fire you don't know who messing with

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

Amateurs! like bond missin' mission parameters

We getting money, you can face the facts

Wash the blood of your fucking hands

And it happens from day to day

When you see the instant replay

Takin carl's fuckin side, he used to use fake accounts

Meaning aroused, i'm sorry i'm not too good with vowels

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Afterwards return him to the dirt with the worms inside the pit