This is a song about "Diss my math teacher"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

A bigger myth than christ's crucifix my life is a diss

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Reeks of the same diss, bitch my vocab is endlessly spacious

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Let me be your rap teacher

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

I wish i had a teacher

Say bye bye to her

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt