This is a song about "Bad math"

Baby, you got that super bass

I am a storm so do the math.

I need to free them

Do the math, get the sum

But my character never could be like them, man

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

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

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

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

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

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass