This is a song about "Math integer"

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Do the math on the path i walk i'm done with the talk

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.

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

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

To rap while cursed by math

You can't be wiping your ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

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

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

I am a storm so do the math.

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass