This is a song about "Math is shit"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Everything is just full of shit.

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I like my bitches good at math

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I am a storm so do the math.

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Your shit is old, but nigga my shit is brand new.

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

I can get straight to the cash

To rap while cursed by math

Big stacks, no lego bricks

This is new shit, a nuisance,

But you hate them navel kisses

This shit is sneezin' got diseases