This is a song about "Quadratic formula"

Kinship, relationship, friendship, no discriminating race shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Hold my tears i tried my best

A pro with the prose, what a concept

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Destiny approaches, above the bar rippin quotas/

Got me feel distress in the relationship situation's shit

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Aboard the accord the bottle i poured

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

I wander the wastes of an old chart,

You shook my world and it felt apart

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

And that's who imma be on a daily basis