This is a song about "Fuck math"

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

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

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,