This is a song about "Gen math"

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

To rap while cursed by math

Baby got that super bass

Witness a new era made by the next gen

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

To divide and conquer like math equations

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits