This is a song about "Math life"

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

I am a storm so do the math.

I can barely wipe my ass

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

To divide and conquer like math equations

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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