This is a song about "Rene descartes"

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

A mathematician, with our eyes you wonder "can they see us"

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Excision imprison logician edition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Adding up these numbers like a fuckin mathematician,

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

Even my analyst is struggling to handle this

I lose my mind & coordinate, first man around the sun to orbit

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring