This is a song about "Quadratic equation rap"

It's all good, finna dog that

To every verse of my rap

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

#minus your slow rhyming it doesn't #add #up to the #equation in timing

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

They told me i can't rap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Thinking its a partial differential equation

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

He finally begins to rap,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

One night love: i'mma need that

And sense when because i rap,