This is a song about "Math properties"

So chase the air hide your stash

To rap while cursed by math

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

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

He was very clever in english science and math

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

You do the math while i sit here and fuckin masturbate,

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

The after math arithmetic,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class