This is a song about "8th grade math"

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

I am a storm so do the math.

You can't be wiping your ass

I'm a grade a o g

They gotta point em out baby

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

To divide and conquer like math equations

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I was a fucking dumb 8th grader

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations