This is a song about "After math"

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

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

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas