This is a song about "Ap statistics"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

According to statistics i'll fuck you up worse than jeffery dahmer with a sharp thermometer

I'll be there in an instantwho am i to judge another brother, only on his cover

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Look up the statistics, and then reflect your mood

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

You're a bitch, man- a$ap rocky, unappealing mistress