This is a song about "Fuck math"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

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

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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