This is a song about "Rational numbers"

Fuck around and pay your rent lets go in my car and fake the tint

Pay attention, focus, dividing rappers like numbers in a quotient/

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

A rational b j given by your raps

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

To destroy artist till you'll have to guess the numbers by triple digit estimates.

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

I got a lotta numbers on dees paper notes

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Runnin' numbers in a circle, proportion box,