This is a song about "Fuck math"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

But i gotta make sure i’m right

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

I like my bitches good at math

Stack in his hand trynna make that last