This is a song about "Math class"

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Along with the whole class

So chase the air hide your stash

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You tell me 'one strike,' well, good thing i was never good at math.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

He just get her bigger bags

To rap while cursed by math

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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