This is a song about "Math girl"

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

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

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

Who wouldn't miss me? do the math, gas from ass, dash through glass,

The after math arithmetic,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I like my bitches good at math

Baby got that super bass

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

So here i am at the store for some chips

To divide and conquer like math equations

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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