This is a song about "Math formulas"

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

Something wicked this way come

Do the math, get the sum

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

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

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

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

He was very clever in english science and math

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass