This is a song about "Dusty math"

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Bet they all will tune in, so i'mma do it bigger than

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Cause you a dusty bitch

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

The after math arithmetic,

Just put your hand on the glass

To rap while cursed by math

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

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

I am a storm so do the math.

He just get her bigger bags