This is a song about "Math class"

I am a storm so do the math.

Bring your pen and your weed stash

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

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

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

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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

Instead of being in class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

To divide and conquer like math equations

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No one-half and i hate math

Thick lips and a sick class