This is a song about "Gen math"

To divide and conquer like math equations

Had i not been exposed to these things

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Witness a new era made by the next gen

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I like my bitches good at math

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan