This is a song about "Math clads"

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

That's a little math joke, for you slow type

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

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Do the math, get the sum

And it ain't no problem

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,