This is a song about "Math rap"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm taking math, statistics, and econometrics,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

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

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

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.

I'm about to snap

Still unravelling rap

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

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

To rap while cursed by math

I can get straight to the cash

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break