This is a song about "Solving linear equations and inequalitions"

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And kill yourself and your clique

The drug that they brain need

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

As i light one for ill will

And inhospitable,

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Masons, pi equations and how were labeled by our races!

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Point being don't rap about problems, rap about solving them

Problem solving, extracurricular thrills, you'll slowly dissolve like my flow needs to chill.

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will