This is a song about "8th grade math concepts"

Make it my best you need to add more concepts

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Hold the key to these bullshit as concepts

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Still rapping like i'm in 2nd grade

New york, va, dc, get paid

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

You can't be wiping your ass

To rap while cursed by math

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight