This is a song about "Math formulas"

You can't be wiping your ass

To rap while cursed by math

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Keep doing this kinda shit, youll see what happens next, after math.

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went