This is a song about "Math life"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

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

He was very clever in english science and math

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

So chase the air hide your stash

To rap while cursed by math

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

I like my bitches good at math

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad