This is a song about "Fuck math"

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

To rap while cursed by math

The after math arithmetic,

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

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

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Higher power where these verses from

Do the math, get the sum