This is a song about "Theoretical and experimental probability"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

(experimental rhyming)

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Metaphorically speaking i'm alerting you of theoretical terms,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Living young and wild and free

I be gettin' money

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Lust will have you slipping

And i'm dizzy and spinning