Multiply

What am I made of? As a whole? Dirty hormones Plus some flesh Plus a soul Times the times I floated times the times I sank Times when I levitated times when I tanked Times when I was more jackass than Steve-O Times when I treated life like a TiVo Napped all day to skip through the weak shit Knocked the half empty glass over and I spilled all my secrets Times when I check myself as I grow older Times when I broke my neck to cry on my own shoulder Soaking wet, when I skip through the sprinklers They tried to throw shade, but it slipped through their fingers Times I got paid for the rhymes that I'm spitting Times I got laid and really long times that I didn't Times when I didn't fit and hid it behind obstacles Times the ambulances times the hospitals Stack it all, reduce the fractions, put that shit in brackets Subtract any exaggerations I added, and there you have it, boys and girls. There's the path Don't forget to show your math I try to tell them we won't die I'll show you how we multiply / x4