This is a song about "Math proofs"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

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

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

To divide and conquer like math equations

I never fit in with them light skins

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.