This is a song about "Diss my math teacher"

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Rather live alone forever than live a lie

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Punched the teacher out like pow, he jumped my ass with some cleats

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class