This is a song about "Do the math its theory of releativity"

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Its like baby of the rap game

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

Its my venture, so why do you think you're the center

Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

No matter how tough , the ability to do anything even when its real rough.

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love