This is a song about "Math in nascar"

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

The way i'm racing around the track, call me nascar, nascar

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade