This is a song about "Math probability"

To rap while cursed by math

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

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

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

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

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

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed