This is a song about "8th grade math"

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

He was very clever in english science and math

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Let em marinate, you forever late

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I like my bitches good at math

To rap while cursed by math

Living out of bags

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.