This is a song about "Math proofs"

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

To rap while cursed by math

So chase the air hide your stash

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

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

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

Do the math, get the sum

So muthafuck the system

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

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