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
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