This is a song about "Fuck math"

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

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

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

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

That's a little math joke, for you slow type