This is a song about "Trigonometry"

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Make her act right , as long as i mack right

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Decompose/ beats and break it down like mechanics

Real shit is wat i right

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

As i light one for ill will

Of marshal well only partial.

Another bum as a janitor, all we gotta do is learn algebra,

Hey guys its me atari and i got 7800 honies in my ca

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

Because my brain doesn't function right.

Notes are done, time for the exam

So if i talk down to a man