This is a song about "Math problems"

To rap while cursed by math

And when it come to the cash

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

I am a storm so do the math.

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

All we need is convienient love

Sometimes you got problems

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

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

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

To divide and conquer like math equations