This is a song about "Math about circles appropriate for school"

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Get it popping like some kernels sipping syrup blowing circles

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

It's made for the people who wants to ditch school, but

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Do the math, get the sum

If u ain't gunna vote for me you probably ride the short buss to school

Dont your already know mother fuckers ive been a fool,

Had i not been exposed to these things

Finish high school, study for physics