This is a song about "A math teacher"

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Ya'll are the students and i'm the rap teacher

On my face for dating my school's bio teacher what a mistress

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

And give a fuck about what the teacher tryna instruct

The after math arithmetic,

I'mma treat you like my whip

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man