This is a song about "Math intergers"

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

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

While i'm rubbing on that ass

To rap while cursed by math

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

She graduated top of the class

I am a storm so do the math.

I like my bitches good at math

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass