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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Make it my best you need to add more concepts

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

It feels like december 8th

For the outlawz, here we come

Do the math, get the sum

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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