This is a song about "Math proofs"

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

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

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

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

You test me and i'm goin' harder than a math exam,

Do the math, get the sum

Atl was tipping them

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I like my bitches good at math

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass