This is a song about "Diss my math teacher"

To rap while cursed by math

While i'm rubbing on that ass

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

I like my bitches good at math

But i let off everything i have

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Let me be your rap teacher

Good love then i can do that for her

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Yo, turn me up some

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest