This is a song about "Math rap"

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Do the math, get the sum

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Be patient,decodin rappers like math equations

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

Your life is a product of trash

I like my bitches good at math