This is a song about "Dusty math"

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

He was very clever in english science and math

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

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