This is a song about "Math exams"

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Of the exams that we face that is based on the work that we do

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

People don't condone what they've never seen

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

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

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

I am a storm so do the math.

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass