This is a song about "X b the square root of b 2 4ac all over 2a"

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Yeah i know we never got to meet

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

[b] better be broadcasting billions of my beats and bops, baby,

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I don't need no props b/

Like hoes down in magic city

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

The root of all evil's what i'm chasing with no patience

Emcee m b, remember the name.

I wish i’ll never see you again