This is a song about "Math formulas"

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

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

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

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

For the outlawz, here we come

Do the math, get the sum

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

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