This is a song about "Math formulas"

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

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

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

I like my bitches good at math

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I am a storm so do the math.

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

It sends her on a trip so right

How fitting we at stadium

Do the math, get the sum

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass