This is a song about "Math exams"

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

All exams deemed finish so i'll go see my team,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

It shows i know a bit

The after math arithmetic,

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

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

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

To rap while cursed by math

Baby, you got that super bass

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,