This is a song about "Subtracting rational numbers"

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

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

The numbers unknown, hang up the phone

Please sugar don't come alone

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Where are you? fraying for numbers on ma screen, i guess your stuck with some thirteen.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Lemonhead end up dead

The numbers burst my head

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,

Pay attention, focus, dividin rappers like numbers in a quotient

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Love passion flashin gassin fibonacci sequence spiral numbers frivolous

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love