This is a song about "Math properties"

The fraud that comes from straw cities, i'll burn you and your properties

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

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

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

And i got that drive and she just might crash

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

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

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

Your on the wrong path,you minus me equals garbage thats strong math

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