Mathematics" "Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients/Youngbloods can't spell, but they could rock you in PlayStation You niggas so-so like a seamstress T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet?/In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street/But only you saw what took many time to see/I dedicate this to you for believing in me."And even after all my logic and my theory/I add a "Motherfucker" so you ignorant niggas hear me."I got this killa up inside of me/I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary."My life owes me. Like an overdose, I'm slowly/Drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me" The term real niggas publicly used/And I need to know what it means 'cause I'm fucking confused/Are you one for always busting your tool with nothing to lose/And something to prove to homies up in your crew?/Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot/And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed, like it's fun to be you?/But your life's a struggle, right? And you just hustling through/Nah, you hamster-ass nigga. You just stuck in a loop "My Adidas walk through concert doors/And roam all over coliseum floors."