This is a song about "Math percents"

I am a storm so do the math.

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

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

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

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

Rat poison your relish right in the center, babe

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

Where they force us to learn a chapter of math a day

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

To rap while cursed by math

How the fuck you wipe your ass