This is a song about "Math clads"

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

The real muscle in the message of that

The after math arithmetic,

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

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

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

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

To divide and conquer like math equations

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see