This is a song about "Math percents"

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

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

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

He was very clever in english science and math

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I'm a #scientist scoping in my meth lab, skip #math,

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

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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