This is a song about "Math in nascar"

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.

And i could see you coming home after work late

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

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

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

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

To divide and conquer like math equations

So i guess that's where i hide my things