This is a song about "Math functions"

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

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

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

He was very clever in english science and math

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

So get up off that slave ship

The after math arithmetic,

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

I like my bitches good at math