This is a song about "Math"

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

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

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

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

I like my bitches good at math

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

All she thinking bout is how to take his last