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

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

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

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

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Had i not been exposed to these things

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

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