This is a song about "Math girl"

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

And i got that drive and she just might crash

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

The after math arithmetic,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

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

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

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

If you wanted a date, don't come

Do the math, get the sum

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

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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