This is a song about "Rational zero theoram"

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Be it spoken sugarcoated or zero coca coke, you're still just livin', dreaded fodder

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Preaching to the choir though

Even though hes a zero

Born two eleven father gone two a zero and an eleven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one