This is a song about "Bad math"

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I like my bitches good at math

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

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

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

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

The after math arithmetic,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

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

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

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk